in quiet days..
while raindrops whisper on your pane...
but in your memories have no regret....
let the joy remain
and when your thoughts turn to me...
know that I would not have you cry...
but live for me and laugh for me
when your happy so am I....
be kind my love... to what
was once our dream....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem