“I love you” is “I liquidate you”.
You are pulling me apart.
It is always déjà vu,
Having neither end nor start.
My passion is like hell’s fire.
Now I am all carnal desire.
But kissing me, you are silent
Though you used to be gabby.
What will be next? A reunion? A quarrel? A riot?
Can our love be still saved from damned misunderstanding?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice penning- good and silent -thanks fpr sharing