He smiles as the light of the moon and stars light up her face. The soft breeze passing by with a howling wind. 'This is love..' He thinks. But on her mind is only, 'Who's next? '
She smiles as the city lights have an incandescent glow around the hill. Five years have passed by since they last met and the breeze slightly stronger than before. 'This is love..' She thinks. But on his mind is only, 'Who's next.'
She had waited too long and now he's gone. And she has nothing left to do but wonder, what went wrong?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem