The death of Love begets
Remembrances of summer evenings
And unending dusks and twilights.
Of cherished kisses and loving fondness
That live on forever amid
The heart's untold delights.
The death of Love ruminates
In sighs of what could have been
An everlasting love affair.
It dreams on and on of emotional
Love encounters put on hold
That you simply just defer.
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I would like to translate this poem
yes, it is the denizen that dwells in loves past that unknowingly kills love in the present and future. nicely done