I write this
because you are on my mind immensely.
There is none like you I have loved before.
I write this
for the evergreen times we shared,
when you entered the unknown of me,
and seeing yourself loved, strutted,
like a favourite to applause.
I write this
for the years that pass.
For the time to come
when days quicken,
as the clock runs down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem