If love could only once be true,
I pray to make it last.
The intermission waits for me,
to end the shadowed past.
The passion and the fever die,
and spring can never stay.
And love is lovely for a term,
then fades like yesterday.
But just a modicum of grace,
would set my world aright.
And one more chance is all I ask,
one kiss before the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem