i sit in the class
at the back of the class
i sit next to him
the one with no name
i want to ask
to ask him to know
his name for me
his name to show
at nights i wonder
wonder alone
trying to solve this puzzle
on my own
this puzzle in me
that nobody sees
the heart of my pains
the cause of my shame
his is the name
the one name that counts
that name i want
to be able to pronounce
that of the one person
the one i admire
that of the one person
whom i love and desire
if only i could
could cancel the spell
the spell that haunts me
so i can tell
and be sure of my fame
when i can name
the one with no name
Started out and raced along to the end....Good job writting this...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like the last stanza, good job, again!