What I feel for you
Will wane some day,
When the winds blow hard
And the skies are grey.
The silent tones
That fill my space,
The timeless airs,
Your smile, your face.
The whispers of you
That surround my world,
The flames of light,
The fire unfurled.
All these things
That I see and feel,
All these hurts
That soon will heal.
Because what I feel for you
Will wane some day,
Until there's nothing left
And no more to say.
(Itajaí - 29/05/14)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem