Yes, I missed what we had.
Yes, I missed what we did.
I still do a little.
But I may have stumbled
onto something so much more.
I hope, I pray,
she will forever stay.
Or a little while at least
For I know I love her...
I know I am in love with her...
My last was an awakening,
and now it's my time to become alive again.
So what is nostalgia, without the want?
A past with no regrets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem