“Love never dies, dies, dies”
That is what she cried, cried, cried
“Love never goes, goes, goes”
That is what she knows, knows, knows.
She had a love that became no more
When he was killed in a senseless war,
But, her love for him is still there
With every thought or breath of air.
It was once upon a time
When she thought love was dying,
After she searched and did pray
Then unto her, he did say.
“I am here, here, here”
Never to leave or disappear
So, wipe away your tears, tears, tears
Because I am here, here, here.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
........nicely written....the repeating words are great ★