Oh sweet thoughts,
You must grow wings,
Fly out of my mind at once,
Knowing me the way you do,
It must be death you seek for me,
Surely my voice bleeds to scream its sorrow,
You know how dangerous it is falling in love with poets,
Whom like Gods own bright stars,
Will be beautiful and to high to reach............................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem