Out of sight, out of mind! Is it then, we become,
so blind? How, is it possible to forget? For I
still, think of you, yet! Time may go by, but it has
no bearing, on how I feel about you! As a matter
of fact, I would like to think, you feel, the same
about me, too. It makes no difference, how long,
you've been gone. As feelings stay with you, even
though, time, marches on! How can you get up,
one day, as if no one, was there? Even though,
you're out of sight, that doesn't mean, I don't care!
It's true, life does go go on, but we have the
tendency, to forget! It's a good thing, if we're able
to get passed that. Otherwise, we'll experience,
many a regret!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem