The world was different at all,
The Sun was warmer, underneath my lashes
It lived and shone, darling Paul,
For thee... But only sadness now dashes
Against my cracked heart, and mistrust
Keeps webbing slowly visions of my treasure.
Dost thou love? Yes, thou dost.
But is it deep or... I'm loved just at leisure?
I trapped myself and stood aloof
From my comtemned past.And beside the mere
Of love - incurable and proof -
The incubi fly and inspire fear.
Need thou something to contort?
And I am at the nadir of my hope;
Just Doubts left for me to court
And not felicity from heavens' cope...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem