Trickling down my face
Warm to my skin
Salty to my mouth
Tears my dearest friend
Reminiscing over a lost love
Wishing it to be more
For that vision I have
Standing pretty in my white dress
I feel your kiss on my bare shoulder
That familiar odor of your skin
My heart is full of joy
My breath is long and heavy
I look at you with kind eyes
I begin to wipe my tears
My spirit slowly lifts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Carolina. You may like to read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks