A little bit of you is left with me
every time you go
you are a poem
whose melody
is coming to me slow
And every note that makes up you
has such a lovely sound
that a single strum
from your heart's guitar
could lift me from the ground
And when I go
just a little bit of me is left with you too
and you notice that my heart's piano
goes perfectly with you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hell Yeah. that was beautifully worded from start to finish. well done!