If I could
Move the mountains,
Split wine from fountains.
I would
Hove back to the marvel past
Pit pine our love to forever last!
But I can’t
Fight fate to defeat my heart’s failure;
In the pool of adoration wasn’t a good sailor
Thus I won’t
Replace your charisma in this life,
Embrace the pain of losing my future wife!
So long we belong; though to a certain limit...
Too strong I prolong to make it up to you in the spirit!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So brilliant. You used 'could', 'would', ' can't', 'won't', each one in a single verse and not followed by something else, to emphasize the willingness or the powerlessness. Great metaphor 'in the pool of adoration wasnt a good sailor' to direct atention of accepting the limitations of life and relationship. Great poem..Cristina Teodor