I bite my tonge dear not to speak, as i could not bair to taste the words.
I close my eyes and dear not to see. as i could not look apon your eyes and see into your very soul.
I push away your sorrow and grief. as I dont want to feel your embrace.
love is lost and love has grace but loves not in its right place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem