in my life she was never with me
in my dream she was always there
my dream remained just a dream.
my long for her was never ended
.
i thought i was in love with her.
did i really know what love is?
to me it was just the happiness of having glimpse of her to admire her beautiful face.
she lost her beauty.
i lost my dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The end of a romantic infatuation shows the flimsy ground upon which the love did exist as per the narrative. A quote from the poem: she lost her beauty / i lost my dream /....did i really know what love is?