underneath the willow tree
besides the river's edge
the lovers sang an ancient tune
and swore an ancient pledge
until this tree is dead and gone
and river beds are dry
then I will love you till the end
he tells her with a sigh
the years pass on to memory
and love must fade away
like promises and broken vows
and songs of yesterday
and now the willow is cut down
and thrown into the fire
the river washed away the oath
and quenched forsworn desire
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Barry, You are a real poet.Grace is the wreath on your poems.
Thanks again Dimitrios.