with the morning

I remember a great passion for it,
when our love was young then.
Each other's bodies
Only you dress.
As time went on rolling,
in the side are frequently omitted.

You wither like a cactus
wilderness, you were too sick to live.
When you are fifty,
response was that woman with donkey
a large scythe.
So if I left you out.
I could not know it at the time
how lonely my way
here to be you.
I have been with the morning
cameekoru, I can not it in the neck
position because of the tears.