You lost what was all yours
And I what was mine not
One who loves don't show
one who loves not pretend
My love will forever remain
pickled and preserved
In my verse of texture bright
My mind knows the truth but
My heart don't accept
It pumps the mighty red stream
Every beat makes sense
In its own underground way
would you come again
In my life another day?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem