he wrote her a love note
simple and contrite
portraying in all language
the images he saw
remembering tonight
he embellished it
with all bright characters
a drawings of his life
for he would begin soon
a thousand year war
and he loved her more
and she answered with rapport
and she he adored
as she called for him once more
she took his note,
embraced him dear
she might not, she thought,
see him anymore
from her himself he tore
crystallizing inside
'for you' he said once more
and left to find the shore
For though he thought to love her
She knew that far before
she was ever born, she could not
have an immortal forevermore
after a short breadth of time
to give a simple note to his love
he was cursed to heavy Sea
to take care and explore
her answer he would forever implore
as something never gotten,
as he stood on his ship just as before
yet a million miles from the unguilded shore
an angels breath, left outside a frost
or untaken time, abandoned yore
'I will not forget you, in all my time,
nor in a thousand years' he swore
he repeated the images,
so that in years he would show
her the little drawing of his memory
of him writing this love note
that to her he would bestow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem