If I could see you Diana
I would walk for you to see
For it was not just your tiara
But what you did just for me
With your girlish walk
And your friendly look
For now you are not here to talk
And also not inside my book
This talk of ours is late
You hung up on me and left
It was decided too soon by fate
Your memories of good I kept
To tell generations who may never know
That you passed near my pew
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful tribute to a dear lady. Thanks, Sarah