Silently, sweetly, promises are made in the light
of love and forgotten in days that follow.
Never believing in the capacity of lasting love,
always walking away before it has culminated in a
lasting marriage.
Sorrowfully being led astray time and again, on
lost evenings filled with despair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great reflection on what so many people are going through these days.