Your love to me was like the ways of interpreting reality,
And with images so close to my eyes at times;
But i will live on to call your name always,
For Robert is your sweet name on this muse of love.
Where are the birds that flew over us yesterday?
For my love will last forever with you,
And like the images of love that you introduced me to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem