Your lips on mine
your hands on my chest
your hair in my face
memories that don't fade
You left
my heart in your hand
my soul in your pocket
leaving me in the dark
Your face
always on my mind
your name
always on my lips
I was nothing before you
I was born the day I met you
I died the day you left
When will we meet again?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'my soul in your pocket'.....great line