every time love smiled at me
my heart would soon be broken
for every whispered promise made
a pale deceit was spoken
so I retreat into myself
beyond that vagrant notion
to cherish lonely peaceful night
barring a lover's token
the breast of dusk is falling fast
on a wide and silent ocean
as I embrace a dreamer's death
and a necromancer's potion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem and high imagery. liked it very much
Thanks again.