Touching moments of our past, our hearts feeling the
pain of separation that's starting to bring a gap be-
tween us, not ever wanting to see it.
Clinging closer than ever while making love each and
every night as we become one, time and again, such
joy we've always found in one another.
It cannot be taken away from us, but it seems like that
it will soon be disappearing into another dimension be-
yond the black curtains of death now standing before us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A touching poem, dear Ma'am Rose Ann....10++++++++++++