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Dear folks, this is a translation of one famous poem of one famous poet into English. Can you please review it and let me know, if it sounds correct, or does it contain enything weird, odd ? /********************************************/ I like to feel that I'm not sick with you I like to know that sickness yours is yours not mine That heavy ball of earth won’t stray off from its course Away from our footprints , fading in sunshine I love that I could funny be Bewildered, clumsy , not wordplaying not turning red upon sleeves touching game not turning pale when see you on your knees I love to see you hugging someone else Before my eyes , reposefully and calmly Not sending me to fire glowing hell To burn forever for not kissing me , my darling I like that mentioning my name is not your habit That tender name you don't utter day-and-night in vain That no one's gonna sing Hallelujah on our wedding In silence of the church, one sunny autumn day Thank you for love, with all your heart and soul That brings me peace at night, unconscious, unaware Thank you for rare meetings if at all So nice, That never in the moonlight do we stroll So great that sun warms not us, soaring high elsewhere So pity, that I am not sick with you So bad, that sickness yours is yours not mine #review #friendship