Something called love

Mi primer poema en inglés...es una prueba, un ensayo...pero me hacia ilusión...

The spring gets back soon,

And the summer always disappears,

If you remember our autumn,

We won’t have to forget then.

Some time ago that you aren´t my friend,

Some time that I´m not feel well,

Choose the correct words it’s complicated,

When my unique idea is just break.

What a wonderful time,

No doubt anymore,

But the scar never closes,

Something called love.

In my own garden,

Japan’s flowers no bloom,

And a strong noise returns,

Like a big and huge boom.

What a wonderful time,

No doubt anymore,

But the tears continue falling down,

Something called love.