The scent of your embrace was left behind
Soon after you left to pursue your star;
It seems, it's all I have of you to bind
The memories to wherever you are;
And soon, the nights will take longer to dawn,
The moon may further pale from borrowed light,
The sun, too long from blazing skies withdrawn,
And Time creeps slower in a mock delight
At agonizing wait for love's return:
From voyages at seas, uncharted yet,
From flights on wings of passion, deep, that burn,
Or from your ventures cut short, incomplete;
.....Sometimes, the guiding star could fade away,
.....Unlike your scent which stayed until today.
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I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it.