When stars are the days
I must wait to fall
To patience I’ll lay
My whole life, my soul.
It’s either I get
What I’d waited for,
Or have it wasted
Worst and many more.
But must I regret
Of having you not?
Or must I be proud of
Teaching me a lot.
That things can’t be have
By waiting the fate
Fallen like a love,
Fail you like as hate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem you have here...keep on penning.