Allow me, for our time was short,
A chance to get a final retort
On what was once the flight of life
We all rode on in quick, queer hype
Tis this short thinking that brought the blame
And gave the word, Love, a face of shame.
To jump at love with rash content
Bring forth all naught but afterward contempt.
Love in view should be in mind
Not a thing to shade to or bind
In envious hate or shameful fact
For love is nothing more now than Act.
For we doth waste our Por Siempre,
Our love, For Always, we hope and pray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ohh this one was better than the first one. I like the line: 'And gave the word, Love, a face of shame' Beautiful poetry -Ellie