If sigh crushed down my soul and broke my heart in two
And if I felt my tears were darkening my eye
I wouldn't mind at all, but thinking about you
I'd like that all my life to suffer and to cry.
Yet, I am caught by fear when deem that comes a day
When through these bitter tears, so simple and sincere,
Your cherished gentle face, which in my heart did stay,
Will be erased for good and I'll forget you, dear.
Translator: Octavian Cocoş
see more poems written by: Veronica Micle
