Since a part of me is torn away
From the soft side of my heart
I sadden during the wee of a day
When all human and life is slept
These were our soft special hours
But now I stare the ceiling broken
I guess on her part these very hours
She remembers adventures taken
And long we could revisit the passion
As I do feel this very moment
And hope that one day we have a reunion
But in the brief, we don’t pass a comment
On how we miss the moments of time
But then I guess we are all fine
lovely write...written directly from heart.... sweet words of hope to be with the dear one again... the longing and love is visibly describe... keep on writing... a ten......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Haven't heard the expression 'wee of a day' but, guess it means' the end of the day? ' Good poem... Colin J...