I love my life every day
She loves me too
She often pains me enough
To curl up into a smoldering womb
She skins my leaves and boughs
Throwing them into an abyss
She trepans my boat
Sentencing me to the ocean-deep darkness
Dawn out dusk return I have lived my life
Paying my dues to this that and all
She provided me none
None she said consoles me
I have devoted myself to her
Now I only have misery
Bankrupt I am before the last dice is played
How I love and how she loves me too
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent poem, she must be your alter-ego, I reckon. Thank you so much for sharing this precious poem of becoming who you are as a woman. A fascinating poem to be pondered upon. A 10 and much much more. Marks are for the voting as Poem Hunter says to us, poets.