If you choose to stop
loving me tomorrow-
I will love you
less and less
with each passing day
Our passion you
will never carry to bed-
forever memories will
flicker within
A burden both-
will carry to our grave
total freedom-
now a wishful myth
Knowing that when love dies
slow suicide thrives
Could bridges burned
ever rise from ash?
Beaten by humidity-
until this storm blows over
another day slips by
and I love you less
if you were to reach-
for me someday
I shall sit and ponder
what my lonely heart
would say-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its poems like this is y i keep telling you to go out a make your dream a reality and soon you will understand