My heart in pain,
From her cold hand strain,
I thought she is plain as rain,
All my will and power drain,
Tirelessly I rack my brain,
What does she have to gain?
My love is detain,
Bound with chain,
My heart still wish to retain,
But it has to be a rein,
So as to know when to restrain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kind of love the rhyming style and the message too! ! !