When did it end.
That feeling of love.
Beginning and revealed,
To expose and show...
How real it felt.
Knowing nothing could prevent it,
From being pretended then.
But...
When did it all end?
And where had I been.
Not to notice it to drift away.
With this to accept it gone.
Or remember how real it was.
That first time I thought I knew,
What was true would last forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem