Dream no more
when love is gone;
for when love dies,
dreams turn to fading smoke
after the fire is gone.
Dream no more
when love is gone;
for when love departs,
dreams turn to fading stars
after the night is gone.
Dream no more
when love is gone;
for love comes and goes-
and dreams once sweet,
yea sweet deceit
become an ardent ghost.
Wake... for love is gone-
or perish in thy dreams.
lovelorn lines... dilemmas of falling in love....the comings and goings of ones passions...nicely put
the philosophy of illusion is beautifully explained
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
althou the sorrow of the love who gone u can dream and rise for the one who will come ofter winter there's always spring/ good one well done