Soon I will be but a memory
A blurred face of a person you knew
As you start your new life
Mine will be living in the past
For you know not
how much I hold you dear
The time spent fantasising
Of what it would be like
Living as husband and wife
Though you have chosen another
I still cling to a speck of hope
That there is a chance for you and I
Until of course you are finally wed
When that comes to pass
I shall wish you all the best
And take my leave of this universe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice! The lovely feeling of wanting someone and agonizing annoyance in knowing the feeling may never be mutual, all the while the uncertainty of may, just enough hope to keep us wanting all the more.