Have you ever loved so much
That it almost was your pain?
Did each kiss and every touch
Help you to the hurt sustain?
I was a victim like you once:
For having loved too deep;
And poorly being but in a trance,
I was like one asleep!
Love has swept me off my feet,
And made me think I was alive.
Oh! I've finally felt complete;
Alas, I just could not survive!
I lie awake in bed at night,
And watch the dark moon's gleam;
It's not its own, this heavenly light,
Like someone else's dream.
But I may just not be like you,
Lucky, my friend, but true maybe;
True enough to yet dream anew,
Or stay awake for eternity!
I thought the answer was to let go,
And do try to love again;
But the more I did the more it did grow:
The scar, inside a dead terrain.
I'm writing this for you, my friend,
And hope that you'll see:
Not to love is not the end,
Nor alone's to lonely be!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem