Doubt if in my love you're doubting
Doubt till sleep shall close your eyes
Till you forget to ask if beneath you
The soul of one who loves you lies
And sleep until that wet eye dries
And dream until my names forgot
Though you may be unhappy now
I was the happily unhappier lot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Though you may be unhappy now I was the happily unhappier lot.....love and its fine expressions.. lovely poem. tony