Past was mournful,
Out of delight,
Lack of jollity,
My mind was feeling an absence
And was almost blank.
Now, a new moment,
Fresh sense,
Exciting experiences
Are fulfilling the want;
And my heart is waiting
for the second love.
All will be lost,
Your dearest one may
Refuse the promises,
But love remains the same.
It doesn't have any past
Love just knows much to love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem