When the sun is a burnt out star,
when the moon is no longer the moon,
when near is as near as afar
when snow flakes fail to flake
when rain no longer rains,
when bee’s no longer have wings,
when the Robin never sings,
when diamonds shatter like glass,
when fields have no green grass,
when Chopin’s etudes no longer sooth senses,
when all races live as one with no fences
when the eagle fails to soar high in the sky.
when a baby can no longer cry,
when a mother can turn a blind eye,
when magic turns black days to blue,
Then, and only then
will i stop loving you,
if i can.
wonderful and romantic.............me likey
beautiful feeling, beautiful poem. I hope she liked it; -) Take care, Martine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Impossible so shall be writing till last breath. Regards ever.