I did not think of loving you
The evening that we met
But now each longing thought of you
Is tinged with deep regret
You are not really handsome
Perhaps not wise or kind
Nothing passed between us
That should keep you in my mind
Yet every hour these past few weeks
Contained a thought of you
And knowing that you’re lost to me
Shall keep me chained to you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem