My Love what would have been the year without you
Not even centuries could have kept in the lap
It couldn't have been measured with the time past
'Cause time passes away like for the gold carved
Even the centuries would have been evaporate about you
It couldn't have been measured even with violets in bloom
They come along with the season
And after them they raise other heads
But there's no other flower like you
Not measurable neither by days or nights
That a single hair thread separates them when changed
How close they are my Love, and never together
Could not have been valued with the light of the moon and the sun
That their light ties up the ground and the sky
While stars hold candles in the Universe
But you have all those things in your world
Like sparkles of love
And you would have remained my world of sole year
Everything that I would have seen and thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem