My most Dear Unknown (45)

Answer to the last poem.


If he were you and she was I
My happiness seems great near you.
But sometime you are angry
And I can't understand you.

It was three years ago,
When I could know a honest man,
But nobody supposed,
Our souls' powerful links.

A "flame" began to burn in me.
I tried to blow out it,
But my heart's wind was weak
And so, wind must stay far.

Then, you, more nice times,
Said yes and no with echo.
My ears heard so a music,
And "flame" became immortal.

I think that, disobedient flame,
Will blow out only in a earth,
And nobody will ever suppose,
The story of a flame.

SUN-TWIN