Don't you remember seeing me?
In my dreams you call on me.
A shorter time I stayed there.
Yet your face doesn't leave me off.
The beats of my heart will tell you,
how mad of love I was in mind!
The flowers in thy hairs will murmur
of my prayers to God to bless you.
From the running bus I leapt up
to greet you with my last smile.
The smiles alone I could lend you
and in life real I would miss you. ………(.Don't…off)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice memory of a dream, if becoming reality it would be missed. Very nice sentiment. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn