Two Souls wondering through a wasteland of time,
Looking far into tomorrow,
Longing filled with sorrow,
It doesn't matter how far you are from me.
Alone,
Visiting each other in dreams,
Not knowing, our fantasies are real,
That you indeed exist in my world.
Centuries past,
Future years,
It doesn't matter,
Our longing Souls,
Will meet in Heaven someday,
Never alone again.
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I would like to translate this poem
Lover'r longing, waiting for centuries, to meet in heaven one day. He is alone, but visiting in dreams. Excellent thought. Ronald, pl. read my poem Goddess of Love Came In Bridal Attire and give your valuable comment.