Once upon a time, I made a
silhouette,
Placed it in a picture frame,
So I would not forget,
Many years it stayed there,
Behind glass, with tender
care.
Then one day, I looked,
The picture frame was bare.
Like a fairy tale, came true,
My eyes were full of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its so achingly beautiful. so beautiful. :)