If I were Water,
I would wash you up on the shores of the past;
Where memories would fly by- some slow, some fast;
Alas! I am but me,
Swelling like the waves, yet not free.
If I were Fire,
I would kindle that love back in your heart,
And flare the world that made us part;
But, I am still me,
Burning inside, yet cold to thee.
If I were Wind,
I would hold you forever in my embrace,
Whisper in your ears and kiss your face!
And here i am, just me,
Praying to be the Wind of all the three.
burning inside, yet cold thee, good love, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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I would like to translate this poem
Imagination makes a flutter and makes you speak out your true mind. An excellent portrait of love incarnate in many forms.