As I fall under your love spell, you fall into my arms.
I lay you down so gently so that you won't be harmed.
I talk to you so quietly I whisper in your ear, of all the things of all the things I say and do when you disappear.
You're dying and I'm scared, I don't know what to do.
You won't let me in, but I beg you to let me love you.
I can't bear to lose you now; I love you too damn much.
Please don't leave me in this world without your special touch.
Please forgive the things I say or do to make you hurt inside, if I could change anything I'd do it before you died.
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I would like to translate this poem
Lela, Stop using my name