How many days have I known you? I can't tell.
I do wish I could well count, those days of joy
When we shared much, forgot things that annoy,
The envy of many, and bliss seemed to swell...
The budding of my tree blossomed and fell
Since you were away, though the days have passed
So traceless, seemingly the same; I read vast
And casual, to rid nostalgia, to excel...
I tire of novelty, and feel old now,
Before my age. If only I could rightly foresee
That you meant so much; if only I knew how
To treat you as you wished; I'd make the vow
To be close, and from you should never flee.
If only I could tell, I'd be all spray and bough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem