When things slip away,
They might be gone to stay.
A child’s innocent affection
Is relegated to history
By the evolution of time
That brings her to the shore of adulthood.
On any given day
You don’t know what
You might have to leave behind.
Touch me this moment,
Your hand upon my chest,
These limited heartbeats
May disappear in a breath.
If you wake with me
Tomorrow morning,
Kiss my eyes;
We may not see each other
The following sunrise,
But I do love you right now.
On any given day You don’t know what You might have to leave behind. nostalgia and insight at its finest...well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is so beautiful... I love this reminder of how ephemeral life is.