Nat King Cole singing of a blossom that fell
The timeless ballad of a true love that died
Outside the snow claims the land for a season
Yet come some tomorrow-day it will melt away
Soon the song like the snow will surely end
Seasons of the heart will warm or cool, then vanish
Yet TRUE love has a place wear it forever reigns
Rare and distant like the north or southern pole
We care, we need, we desire and wish for true love
Mr.Cole with the haunting melody, how wrong you are
TRUE LOVE never dies, when two really become one
While common illusions of 'love' melt and fade away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How romantic. I like your comparison of death and love to melting snow. I always love how you incorporate characters portraits into your writing. This is a unique trait of your poetry and it works well for me. Thanks for sharing Edmund!
Life's experience is our teacher, for better or worse. Thank you Pam.