His eyes are like coals
What once was flames has faded
The love that consumed us
Through the darkness it illuminated
But it burned too bright
Too quick, too soon
And all that's left are dying embers
From a love that became a tomb
And its probably my imagination
Which sees light when all is dark
That in this cold ash
Maybe there could be a spark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem