Unfaithfully
In rage my heart, weary
the un-restful thoughts of you
in search of peace after all these years;
Confront my head, worry
the insanity of what is left of you
premature lover, malady of tears;
In the palate of love, I called kiss
was a poison that contoured your promise-
the canvas of; beautifully; illusion
stroke of your broken devotion.
Madness, I cannot hide
to love, flower- petal of lies
the innocence- face and the unwise;
Alas! Alas! Let go
spirit of malice- fatal secret
of lover's mockery; hatefully; true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem