he says it was too late for him to meet
love
knew love
felt love
and had close contact with love,
he thinks so, until he
finally finds that it is a betrayal someone pretending to be love
perhaps because of financial need,
it was too late to feel it and then he resigns
back to the embrace of truth,
love wasted, love grieving, looking for love,
this love still from the beginning
truly unrequited.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem