o heavens
i do not
wish to
read her
mind, i
do not
want to
know her
pre-valentine wish:
that her husband? i do not, i cannot say it.
let her say it, but i know she won't.
o my God, i do not wish to know what is inside her.
but i have this hint of what she really likes to think
o my God, i do not wish to read her mind and judge her
but i have this hint of what she really like to do
but i give you this hint, she hates me for me telling her
that in truth she is in love with another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem