I am three fools an old man said
for loving and for saying so
In whinging poetry; my head
was full of you this morning
a friendship dawning?
I doubt that, I fear
it is a sin of fear my dear
that I could walk the same sacred road
I walked before
Ignoring my load
How far can you be near me?
I cannot even see your face
I live in another place
three fools then
One for loving one for saying
And one for praying
Can it last can it last can it.... last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem