No way of consoling myself for this love by Hiroaki Sato No way of consoling myself for this love; for days on end you didn't appear in my dreams, and the year has passedTranslation: Language: EnglishAuthor of original: UnknownTags: love poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poemsRate this poem: Report SPAM Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Report violation Log in or register to post comments
