and he would ask the same question
over and over again
'why did Love end with such a brutal death? '
the sail should have been smooth
the sea as calm as silk upon a horizon
that room that night was the sole witness
how Love failed
How his eyes looked at Love as Lust
another body is sprawled on the floor
bathing in blood
upon multiple stabs of another one blinded
with Love
Where is the Love that assured him
with all its advertised delights?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem