I hunt for your love,
like war hunts for a dove.
We can pretend to move on,
but this pain has no dawn.
You mean to me,
what a wave means to sea.
I am not what you left;
the product of your theft.
We can heal from your crime-
but my love, that takes time.
Please don't go away,
oh please, promise to stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
THis reminds me of a love against all odds. Truly from the heart. Keep writing.