HER:
'But really, what are you looking to accomplish
by writing about dead things?
Do you think that a few words
will be enough to make my heart red again
for you? '
ME:
'No, I do not wish for such,
I know you are a lost cause.
But I want to give you one last gift,
before I depart for the stars.
I hope to make him adore you
as I have adored you.
I hope to make him love,
my love.
Do you understand now,
how much I really loved you? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem