If you ever fall in love,
be wise enough to know
that nothing will last for always.
Love is like a candle,
its glow warm, its light steady.
And in the beginning you will believe,
that it will burn endlessly.
But time moves without mercy.
The wax melts, the wick shortens,
and before you know it,
the flame is gone.
And with it,
the love you thought
would be burning forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem