She found the one-tranquil, kind,
A gentle heart, a peaceful mind.
In whispered truths, her past she shared,
Wounds laid bare, yet he just cared.
He held her pain like sacred prose, Through silent nights and morning rose.
She dared to hope, she dared to feel,
A love that seemed forever real.
But shadows stirred, the past returned,
A name she'd once wished never learned.
The one who broke her came once more, And knocked upon her spirit's door.
He bowed with grace, a voice contrite, She let him in, against her fright.
But with that nod, a cord was cut-A future blurred, a chapter shut.
The dreamer watched his dream unwind,
Love slipped through like sand and time.
Yet still he stood with quiet pride,
No rage, no blame-just open wide.
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I would like to translate this poem