Transcreate Poem by Okello Baloyi

Love is an infection that no doctors nor healers can heal, as I wake up every morning thinking that I'm going to meet my one, while inside this infection there's money, argument, affection, intimacy and joy, giving out always seems to be the mandate
Only if living alone in this world would make my life very easy, if only I can close the gap that I have deep within, because I'm always longing for someone to love me in the way the world will not matter to me

When I look down my window, I always see everything I dream about and wish I had, as I woke up in the middle of the night and turn, then I realize I am alone, I've tried reading 365 thinking in one of the pages I will find what is called love, only to realize all the pages are the same, empty promises and false hope

I envy those who have their true love and wonder if they didn't steal mine, I know I am capable of loving and I'm not sure if I will find true love in return, If giving was as much as receiving unfortunately that is not how it works, I wonder if my other half is also looking for me or am I blinded by hurt, I can't see my one and only love