When there is light in it
Light is not light
When it has no pleasure
Pleasure is no pleasure
Without love
And love is not love
When we are not together
O my dear it is just
Change of weather
That differ from year to year
And it is our tear
That shows night is near
And near near.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting to read............