What will be, will be.
The feelings seemed so real to me.
Was it only just a dream.
Even though real it did seem.
Perhaps it was not meant to be.
Just a real live, living fantasy.
We will never know it seems.
Is it doomed to be lost forever
In the unwritten pages of our dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem, Tango. Thanks