Since the first day you and I met,
I knew you were very special,
with eyes I could never forget.
As destiny chose we were together,
as we loved ourselves until the end,
but time slowly seemed to alter.
As you say, 'Something has changed, '
as I reply nothing has, but time itself,
and that our love has been shortchanged.
Maturity has altered us to what we've become,
and love has been changed to affection,
as trees shed their leaves in autumn.
Yet she says that its no longer my turn,
but love's flame within me rages on,
a wild fire which will continue to burn.
And even with my body turning to dust,
the ashes within will continue to remain,
outlasting the most intense of these gusts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem