Today you are there, in blood and flesh
Tomorrow you will be a memory
Sometimes it is so surreal, almost like a dream
But I know I will have to set you free
The solitary rose that you gave
A prelude to the candlelit dinner and a long evening
Carefully pressed and kept in a book, saved
Will wither in ash, staining the page
I balm myself....saying, it will never work
This is just like a passing season that flees
Our love will shrug itself like a tree in Fall
Except I will be the one holding the fallen leaves
Save my tear and hold it forever in your hand
I will save your imprint on my pillow and hug it always
I know the tear will dropp and so will your love for me
But I will cradle your memories till I am set ablaze
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes you produce a ral tear-jerker TO. Well done. t x