It was a day in early May
When the two sat on a hill,
Staring into the sea.
The sea was shimmering,
The sky was bright,
The air was glimmering,
In soft moonlight.
The salty sea washed against the sand,
As the couple sat together, hand in hand.
Staring, just staring into their eyes
Beneath the bright and moonlit skies.
Reflecting on the times together,
The times in Heaven,
The times unmeasured.
Enamored in that gaze so strong,
They held it for a time too long,
When in came crashing the careless waves,
That drove them to their watery graves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So sad a story indeed liked the feel of the poem but would have loved a happy ending thanks and regards