It's such a pity
that folks think they can gather
love in a fortnight.
The poet Schiller,
while watching Johann Wolfgang,
advised great caution.
Observe the heart, man.
And tissue-match it sweetly
love is forever.
It is forever,
for one who will be hoping
for magic flowers.
Note:
This is my last poem.
I shall post no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem