Beyond the horizon of life, love lives on and
on.
Our lifetimes are held in memories, beautiful
yet sad, because those times are no more.
Reaching out beyond death and it's permanence,
hoping to catch momentary glimpses of love
lived once upon a time.
Being disappointed time and again as it's
memory quickly fades.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem