The years will pass
crumbling what little
of us, fleeing, will remain,
youth will pass
erasing the splendour
of that time gone,
the desire to wake you up
with the scent of a rose will pass,
to run after you
among the weeping willows,
the night will pass
without longing
for the morning after,
everything will pass
without wishing anything else
and I will still want you.
18.3. '12
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You write with conviction. Your love poems are very invigorating and heartwarming. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing.