There is a love that does not die
A love that whispers
A small still voice
Easily ignored
Forgetten in the rush of infatuation
Remembered,
In the stillness of infatuation's inevitable disappointment.
There is a love that aches
A dull pain
As everlasting as the stars
In happiness, easily forgotten
In sorrow, magnified
This love is a gurgling stream
A midsummer night's breeze
A twinkling star.
Beautiful,
Yet never arresting attention.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you surely are a poet, stylish and eloquent yet concise and never over done. .......the way I would like to write 10+