Has it started too early?
Does love ageing anyway?
What is love in the first place?
Here comes the story
A boy, barely pubescent
A guy, almost at end of life
They meet
They know
They love
And they really do
The world against them
The people against them
Everyone against them
Only they know better
Tears comes on the boy cheek
Saddened face on the guy’s
Part they before death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem