There’s never enough time
To overcome the shadow
Of what has become inevitable.
Veiled within this loving heart;
Hidden in its acceptance,
Lies the hope that someday
My lover’s kiss will be mine
To Hold.
Now, in these bitter partings;
Concealed in sweet embraces,
I feel like the goodbye girl wondering
If I will ever be his homecoming queen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I find this one hard to relate to, but that's just fate. The title is interesting and speaks of much more here than is described. GW62