once it was himself that held the key,
not now; things change.
once she was content with destiny,
not now. so strange,
once upon a time somehow has moved;
is gone, despite
that neither new arrangement has improved
upon delight.
now, once more they two live all alone.
the loss deferred;
silver drawn out of the very stone,
but dross preferred.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Understand the sentiment here Moon, all too well! Great read! HG: -) xx