These streets look the same
This night is no other than the rest
A walk as slow as night
The cold adding to my distress
A window light shines from above
A signal of absolute solitude
My eyes glare above the brick
Wondering if I should intrude
Staring up at my angel inside
I antagonize about ringing you
Until I see a figure kiss you from behind
It is then I know that we are through
But I could never have imagined
Who could have a greater love than mine
Until I saw her face in your room
Again my sister had overstep the line
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem