I cannot desire you
As I did thirty years ago
When you were in your spring.
Still I’m the best bet you can count on
As others around you
Are seeing you in your falls.
Me alone you can tempt
For my memory of your green spring.
I alone can thrill you
With my memory of your spring image.
Let us desire anew
And explore the missed paradise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem