If you should leave me, leave me not a kiss,
To make me think that you'll still be around,
To reminisce the days with you in bliss,
And walk in midair, inches from othe ground;
Care not to even shake my waiting hands,
Or wave back in a gesture of goodbye,
What lies behind you will be lonely lands,
With tears instead of rains that clouds deny;
But if you stay, come fill this heart's desire,
For melodies sung in the Summer air,
Deep burning passion for a Winter's fire,
And soaring joys that our hearts will ensnare;
......How sweet if joys will till tomorrow stay,
......Hope not tomorrow comes in any way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem