Still I lie awake at night whilst all around me sleep.
When others rest in tranquil dream, I lonely lie and weep,
and weep to ease the pain of loosing thee,
nor could the tears of all this world wash out this ache in me.
Or end this unrequited love, that binds me still to thee,
My love, that binds me still to thee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seems true. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks