O I will still be there for you
When the ocean is no more blue;
When the darkness blots out the light;
When the rich bloom slips from the rose;
When the gleaming stars become cold;
In icy depths of endless night;
When nature is a mere ghost
When the husk devours the host
When the pale moon turns to blood red
When Love itself is pronounced dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem