The beautiful mind of a woman becomes most in sight,
When she looks up to the moon in the darkness of the night.
And the glitter of her eyes shines as bright as the light,
At the end of a tunnel or the sun over a kite.
But in this everlasting world, nothing lasts forever,
Because then she’ll be gone and the time for love is never.
So as she walks away she stops and looks in my eyes.
I look in her eyes back I can’t help but cry.
Then she cries back and I wish she would stay,
But she can’t, she takes those long steps far far away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem