The most ardent love, although sincere
Cannot deny Fate and Destiny,
Those endless nights of lonely tears
Will not bring you here to be with me.
The dreams we had and many plans
Made with much Love and deepest Hope
They drift away like shifting sands
We both despair, in heartache grope.
No ending here, mere thoughts unfold,
Rewinding memories of the past
A love story that cannot be told
And a love too distant... to even last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem