I morphed into a golden chain,
which hung around his neck.
Into the night, he took a walk
with me along the deck.
The waves grew fierce,
below the wood, still holding underneath.
The chain did break, I fell between,
the water cold and bleek.
Now my home, a floor of sand
crumbles at my feet.
These waves of time, have washed away,
true love never to find.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sometime's sadder is not the paradise lost, but to be gone unnoticed.