Thank you, Denise...
Because with you not here
makes all our days less happy
but all the while
we are comforted
inside at the very fact
that you had lived
is proof assured that angels still exist...
To soar amongst the clouds
to touchdown before our eyes
to take our hands one by one
in glory timelessness of flight beyond
this endless eternal union
as you heal the hearts of many
who mourn your passing still
and fill us with the everlasting
purity of love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem