in owe i haste to find peace
knowing that you have fled from my love
but thou is the bittersweet taste of one i need
not perfect but just true enough
in thy wandering, thy hath forgotten me
but still i pray that you would at last be merry
heartbroken and failure i am
but i hope thy would heal my being as human
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem