Moldova

I have never wanted to spare such a sentiment to you,
Especially to someone like you.
I have never spared such a sentiment.
Always personal and always one-sided thus doubled,
You should have marked more to me,
More for a language than a body, and
More for a sign than an item.
The love poem never stops, only lingers, within the doubled, Separated, besieged lands.
Moldova
Like a river flows, may cease to flow,
Yet it would forever confuse
Whether the flow goes to nowhere,
Comes from nowhere,
But only moves by the wind goes.