Let's pretend it's not
nearly all over,
love like we've loved before.
Love will not then
be all over.
Love will be
like love was before.
Oh to wish for the impossible, but to know what is ideal and want it back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting write and carries a tinge of sadness and longing. The words are strong, for one who knows how it is to love and to see it slowly leave, and the pretense as I see it, is the option more acceptable than truth. Because truth hurts too much.