There will come a time
whispers of your heart
will no longer be my name
There will be some instance
you will feel some other eyes
are more beautiful than mine
There will be moments
when you won't listen
to the songs I sing
You will only love to hear
someone else's voice
bewitching and soft
captivating so clear
These are the chances
I truly dread and fear
still I cannot leave
even in a million year
For my heart solely hears
throbbing precious echo
that resounds my soul to call
only your name, to me so dear..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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