I love you like my wife, and yet you
are not my wife,
I love you like my best friend, and yet you are not my best friend.
I wish for suicide when you are near,
Not because I love you,
But because you don't love me.
Why is it hard to love and not be
Loved by those whom thee
Did love.
I see your smile there, and yet,
It is not directed towards me.
Why oh why, did the shadows cry?
When I passed by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Yousef, such a well expressed poem👍👍👍