I wish I hated you my little elf
But I don’t love you enough to keep you on my shelf
Your eyes are scornful, your lips austere,
Your face oh so very full of fear,
Your heart is burnt, blackened, seared,
Your passion dissipated and sever.
Love ‘looked you up’ and scuttled off!
I feel so sorry for you my dear,
What is love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem