When the weary and long-suffering world
has lost its every golden cherished song
and life is no longer a feast nor a pearl
my heart shall still sing, brave and strong-
when the yawning sunset has sadly fallen
on lonely earth's every known nook and corner
I'll not walk away, nor hope will I abandon
patience and faith I'll reach out to gather-
when my heart is sorrow-laden
unto love's bosom I will surrender
to me my beloved's words will be spoken
so gentle, so comforting, so very tender-
when the last days of winter begin to beckon
and past scenes of youth old age yearns to remember
let not our joys be stolen nor our spirit be broken
farewell will only be a metaphor as what follows is a welcome crossover
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are very romantic : )