to love you
is to keep a secret
a rose under the bed
an unread letter under
the carpet of the floor
to make you know it is
to ruin myself
to fulfill it is to die.
to explode like a grenade
not to recover any of the splinters
to love you is to deny myself
to make you happy i must be gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem