For all the worlds, none ever real
When a wish becomes a scar
For all the humor one hath felt
Thine for mine shall bring thee harm
In love, for love, shall become entwined
In time for all of mine, 'my love'
From breech to drink from thy lips
Each kiss, a kiss goodbye
Broken arrows shall never fly
As mine in love did die
A rest, Ye nae; For all of ever
Once given, Always mine
(05/31/2024)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the line - When a wish becomes a scar