I beg you not to change, my dear-
I blush, but must go far.
I long and scan with breath suppressed
To seek my evening star.
I plan to scan you in my memories
Just before my end will come,
So forever I'll be with you-
Be at rest with no undone.
I bow, revere and venerate you, my dear-
My beacon without a mar,
A sight you've been,
A delight you are-
and so I'm off-
To view you ever from a-far
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem