this poem is a rush
it is meant to be made in a rush
in fact in a second
because dinner is served and i have become a very hungry man
thinking about you
and him on that faraway island where love was born between you
and him
i said i love you,
i am not meant for you
it is this dinner, that she has prepared for me. now
we are at peace
and i shall be in her love kitchen forever.
i think it is but fair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem