Close your eyes, imagine
That this hand was wrinkled and cold.
Would you still say to me,
"Can I hold your hand? "
Would you still say?
I know the roads we have walked,
The promises you have made.
I remember the ‘forevers' in your letters,
And I know it doesn't matter,
If you don't mean it at all.
Love is like vegetables in the desert.
Will you build a river for it?
If it is possible to find a way,
Command oceans in my heart.
Drown my doubts and fears.
Don't say these things,
If you think it's what I want to hear.
Speak truth to love,
And set yourself free.
Forever is too long for regrets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem