As the last kiss,
which you never gave,
my inspiration has seen his death,
it flunked away,
you were my inspiration,
my dawn,
my sunset,
you were the words which I wrote,
Our last memories,
I'll always keep close to my heart,
to cherisch what we had,
to keep the memory alive,
You went away cowardly,
without a reason mentioned,
So now I'm still standing here,
waiting for our last kiss,
our last kiss,
is something I'll never have,
you made me promise,
So here it is:
My dear friend,
My dear lover,
I will always love you,
and always is FOREVER
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
First of all any love in a life time is a valid love and fortunately love itself does not leave our side. That is to say, as it is in the way of beauty, as life continues our love capacity also grows and matures in deph, But we do not preceive this in our early years, henceforth almost unbearable pains... But it is also a growing...remember how leg bones would ache as they grew... I am writing this as a grandpa would, but I value your writing about it deeply, for it gave me feelings and that is part of poetry's beauty. It only gets better........ Jim Troy And your poem is your open soul sharing...... I love it.....Thanks for sharing