I sight thy smile, an enchanters smile
All portraits which grace thy digital sites!
I hear a surmise, one agonising surmise
One fair maiden and thee shall bind in wedlock!
I ask meself, what of me? From anguished meself..
Why is I not, that maiden they say?
I know the truth, one bitter truth,
Lacking I be in wealth and fame.
Lacking I be but in wealth and fame!
I need an end, that shall end the end
Dear Lord I beseech Thee, end this cancerous pain!
I pine for he, one masochistic male,
Pleasure he gains from this excruciating pain.
I live a life, one forlorn life,
Bereaved of hopes and the one I loved...
I need an end, that shall end all ends
Dear Lord I beseech Thee, end this cancerous pain!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem with different meanings beautifully expressed.