I embraced the ruins of your life
both with my arms and closed eyes;
the perfect poet..the perfect man!
the perfect dreamer..the perfect one!
no one knew better of human affection
except you, the pinnacle of perfection.
to love and to be loved is not a crime,
I stole your heart because you stole mine!
but what charm you had! ..so cynical, divine
like spring and tempest in a sweet entwine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem