I have longed for love but I never lack.
Perhaps an ounce of you way back when I was yours
Seemed enough to show such affection until now-
Not lessened and have endured
It's mark of rain’s abundance;
The withered leaves outlived the weeds around,
That I may brag for another day,
Another month,
Another year,
And though I fear, be it a lifetime
That I have loved and will always love
Until this heart speak no more-
For it was dust-
Waiting for your breath
To have it carried.
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I would like to translate this poem
i enjoyed this you came to love and ejoyed your time alive with it...how lovely: D