oh, summer, your love
endured for a while.
it was in the spring,
i was in the winter,
missing love,
missing life,
missing hope.
then you were there,
holding me,
reassuring me,
telling me
you cared.
where did you go?
i hoped you were real,
not the dream you seemed
to be. i was wrong.
i touched you, and like a mist,
you were gone. summer, how many nights
have i longed for your forbidden embrace.
but you were gone, and have stayed
gone.
come back, summer. your golden hair,
stirred in the breeze;
your laugh,
the sound of birds in flight;
your joy,
dead and cold, now.
summer, your life is gone.
return to me, summer, my love,
lest i too perish
in cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
who is this about i wonder?