By your name,
If the death is far away from me now,
He wants me to live in pain.
He would like to kid with nearly dead self.
Self without a little rain at all.
Can the gardens of my self become green?
Can the hope rise from deep asleep?
Can the love fires burning again?
By your name this may happened or not.
the love can rise or not again.
I do not know my lovely one.
But to be patient is my only way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem it's strong, It reminds me of a war wife