Fragmented Remembrance Poem by Wangchat konyak

All I could do was quietly love,
Nothing more, nothing less.
I was content to secretly gaze
And to follow her footprint.
Oh! What joy it brought to heart.
I and my soul knew and nobody else.
When I beheld her innocent eyes —
I would find bliss piercing my soul.
It was purely love, fully admiration,
Wholly divine.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Without whose sight, my soul laments.
With the passage of time,
I became a man, she perhaps a woman,
Somewhere in that city where I first saw.
Alas! My memory is defective.
The comely face of that maiden
Of which I bored.
Once vivid in my mind,
Now is half blurred, half fading.
What a tragedy in life can be?
If this isn't a catastrophic end.
All I carried with me was her radiant smile
And her elegant visage,
Yet this too fate denies me.