When my final page is turned
And sun don't shine no more
When day and night never come to end
And tears no more will I shed
Can I forget you?
Like froths from morning dew
The sunshine of coming noon
The end of every book
Will I think of you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem of love and devotion. Dear Ruth is the fine object of your affection. A nice write.