For with a heavy heart and trembled hand I loose faith in Love. As I have gave into her, she burns me constent and to no end. For Love has deemed me unworhty of her hand in companinship, So I bathe in her cloak of darkness. To never find satisfaction of my Lover's touch. Never to loose control from just her smile. Have failed relations of the past now come to my present? or is my present just a reflection of Love that has touch me once and left me again?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem