They say, all good things must end
bound though space and time, you said
I am only your love.
now, I am only memories.
you don´t notice my love that I give you
forever in each passing day
as I clasp my hands and grieve
you don´t notice me
I may think that you notice how I try and try
to get you to be mine,
but we all know in the end.
you will never be mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem