When you leave, when you stray
will you say to me
I'll be back. I won't be long,
just you wait and see?
I say I cannot wait for you
for I shall grow too cold.
And if and when you're back again
I will be too old.
Too old to fondle, too old to kiss
with a brittle heart between us.
So if you leave, if you stray
take the quickest bus.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem