I don’t want this night to end,
let the whole world sleep
while I lie awake and ponder on my
dreams of love.
The gentle breeze,
rustles the fallen leaves around me
and I slowly begin to see, to realise,
that love, like everything else,
has a life of it’s own.
It has a beginning,
it has an end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem