consequences aren't as dire when there isn't much to risk. i don't worry about my self as much as i worry about you my love. and those consequences, i would bottle them up and ship them out to sea where many years from now people can read of the lives i put on the line to get to you. true love is not one that can be matched, or forgotten. and long after I'm gone, hopefully much earlier than you, people can tell our stories and reminisce on autumn nights in a coffee shop, of how romantic men used to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem