my dearest
i have read your
letter
and the poem you
composed
for me
let me be frank
you have
wasted a night
for they are
just words
and i have not seen
the lives
of all emotions.
i have imagined
how dark must the room
be where
you composed the lines
there is no
spark of love's light
between
those syllables
let me be candid
and take my advice
that you must from now
stop
writing at once....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem