Loving to not loving you,
Waiting to not waiting for you
The heart moves from cold to fire.
Hate you deeply, and hating you
Measure of my changing love for you
I do not see you but love you blindly.
Light will consume it with its cruel ray
I am the one who dies,
The only one, in fire and blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem