Who's the caller
I wonder as I answer
The unknown number
When the girl
At the other end
Suddenly starts declaring
Her love for me
In poetry
'When I cannot see you
Even for a day or two
I do not want to wake
Do not want the day to break
Without you where is my spring?
Come back, before I begin withering...'
I listen enraptured
Flattered that someone's
Pouring out her heart in my ear
When the operator
With a 'there-I-gulled-you' voiceover
Cuts in, with the 'I miss you' service offer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem