You wanted to be my lover,
And please me with your art
And prove much, by your cleverness-
But man: you have no heart
You wanted to color my world,
And paint for me a door
To enter through, to you;
Thus find your very core
You wanted to be my lover
And start a life, apart
And be my soul's career-
But man: you have no heart
I can't accept a life
With someone missing parts;
If you'd have a love that's true
Go find the missing heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem