The sweet feeling of your love I keep,
Pen scribble words as the heart weep.
My tears turn into poetry of love today,
While I recall the yesteryears gone away.
Looked always forward for your favor,
Being naive, unpretentious but true lover.
You ignored me as a dream undesirable,
Left me in the lurch to be more miserable.
But despite your neglect so difficult to cope,
I still cling to the last straw of faith and hope.
My beliefs took care of me in such a gloom,
As cactus in the hostile barren sands do bloom.
Perseverance will bring me fruits ripe and sweet,
I will win your variegated love as an exotic treat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem