your face
it is not beautiful
but nonetheless
your face
fills my mind
you do not mind
everyday
you see not even
me
in some eyelash
yet why?
this love persists
i cannot explain somehow
this foolishness
of my dumb heart
unrequited
my brain is angry though
but nonetheless
cannot do otherwise
to kill this love so true
that you
today did not for once ever see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem