I know I am but one season to your heart
Yet, I have loved you long and well
Even though all the seasons I do not dwell
And pray…
What does this signify?
That I want you - and you not I?
Just what lips your lips have kissed?
I ask, but you do not reply
I turn my head so I won't cry
Where your loves have come and gone
In your arms how many have lain
The ghosts of all- who still remain
For in my heart there stirs a yearning
A part of me can sing no longer
For fear of others you grow fonder
For a while I shall remain
But love will vanish soon - one by one
One day - you'll find that I too have gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem