You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal drops, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the drops
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
I LOVE YOU ……
Very good poem. but id prefer if someone stoppped loving me little by little, if its the love im in right now, i couldnt love them little by little it would be so hard to forget them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like a Patch Up to me VG! So sweet to think you can control that love in your heart! A glorious expression of what love does to us though...you have got it bad, or good, and that is the way it comes. Smiling at you Tai