I can't reach this holy land
that is your body,
My beloved mistress.
Endless stress
hurts me as noboby,
when I see him holding your hand.
Your smile without me is hell
Will I stay alive? I can't tell.
Your smile with him is rain
rain that burns my silent pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Marcondes, such a well expressed sad poem in a poetic way👍👍👍
Hi, Bernard. I am glad you liked this sad poem. Sad love storiies are naturally poetic, aren't they?