It wasn't love but something more intense,
It had no future let alone a past,
No first class hotel room, but wooden fence,
No harvest moon did silken shadows cast.
No violins but cats that screech at night,
No flowers but a thistle cast aside,
Everything was wrong and all was right
But needs were must, convention was denied.
No stars to see except the stars we saw,
No licence but a blessing in disguise.
No 'don't disturb' sign hanging on the door.
Not sensible, but doubtless worldly-wise.
A giant step and yet a step too small,
Two sets of tears, two smiles that said it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i really dig this. it sings of the realities of love and not the misguided falsities. the overrated pretentions. and etc - tens, Sus~