Word's cant describe the pain,
when you left for me,
a sweet plum in the rain,
I swore to your heart,
I swore to that place,
I would never break us apart,
And that you would never be replaced,
The scars in my mind,
My pain screams in anger,
I didn't mean to leave you behind,
I didn't mean to put you in danger,
You are a plum,
But were always so sweet,
You were always so solemn,
And you could take defeat,
Something I know,
something I learned,
Your skin reminds me of snow,
and your love was hard earned,
To you who is so sweet,
To you who is solemn,
To you who I love so,
To you my little Plum Madame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so many metaphors sweeter even than plums