One final poem, from my hand,

I said I'd let you go, but I can't.

It all ends here, it all ends now,

Only question that remains: how?

Is truly, all hope lost?

I will fight, I will pay, whatever the cost.

But I can't do it alone,

We have to fight together to stay in this zone.

If you don't change your mind, I'll have everyone know,

My field of emotions, is due for a mow...

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This, ladies and gentlemen, is the end of joy. Doomsday had me wait for half a year, but as always, it showed up, taking the one thing I can't miss.

Therefore, this shall be my final poem. I will write no more, untill fate brings my joy back to me.

I would like to thank all of you (especially my sister-in-law) for reading my poems, and I am very sorry it has to end this way.

When it is time to depart,

It is always very hard.

Bye now to you, bye now to all,

Fate has, once again, caused my downfall.

I want you to know

One thing.

You know how this is:

if I look

at the crystal moon, at the red branch

of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch

near the fire

the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats

that sail

toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly

you forget me

do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners

that passes through my life,

and you decide

to leave me at the shore

of the heart where I have roots,

remember

that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms

and my roots will set off

to seek another land.

But

if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine.

Written for the love of my life,

Hoping for the last.