That person loves me, loves me not,
Loves me, loves me not. I drop the
Petals one by one like crayons.
I am the crayon and the crayon drawing,
Cut into puzzle pieces and put in disorder.
I am the puzzle, and
You don’t need to put me together
Because you see the big picture.
We cannot both be confused.
I am the wax that smears because
A crayon is never sharp enough.
I melt with the heat like a candle.
You pulled out the wick.
I burn and I burn and I burn.
It’s all outside my body, but
I feel the heat melting me away.
I burn and I burn and I burn
Under a mighty blue water.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem