If only this moment could freeze,
& Your every love I'd seize.
Only then would I properly breathe.
With you with me,
Under our grown tree
We are just learning to be.
Although it is a pity,
That with our proximity,
We induced such a calamity,
It is still a great reality,
That our audacity
Brought us such a great victory.
I've just had you in my arms,
& The world in my palms.
But why do I hear these sudden moral alarms?
Your sudden abstinence of communication
Has stunted all joyous celebration,
& Has even brought me to my life's last station.
Our mutually therapeutic connections,
& our idealistic romantic hallucinations,
have all bowed down to our loud silent altercations.
Skeptical has this heart become of the acclaimed Way.
For we were once lovers, just yesterday.
& We have now become strangers, just today.
From the future I beg to borrow.
& I guess we may even be brothers tomorrow.
But, oh dear one, was our love really that hollow?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem