No more song for you dear man.
No more kisses on your burning lips
for sure.
No more hug on your back.
No more smile on your laughter days in and days out.
No more submission under your intense grip
for night
to descend.
No more belief
for your lies are so obvious.
No more dreams for a love,
for a hug from the behind.
For a home for peace!
No more virtue for the vice
is so true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Monami. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.