Often there's a sweetness,
Drifting in the air,
Sweet just like the fragrance,
That you had in your hair,
The color that we all can see
When you look into the skies,
Between the clouds the color blue,
Is the same as in your eyes,
So many things I see each day,
Bring back the thoughts of you,
A sound or smell or simple touch,
Of the garden we once grew,
The two of us together,
Sharing hearts as one,
To cultivate a garden,
And now its all undone,
Many years of beauty,
With love we held so high,
I'd drink you until drunk each night,
The days and months went by,
And now that its all over,
The garden got let go,
With out you there beside me,
It did not want to grow,
I saved a little section,
Of this garden we once grew,
I think about it now and then,
A love that we once knew,
Trying to revive it,
Is only just a dream,
Then certain days I feel as if,
Its closer than it seems
My friends all say I'm foolish,
And say that it's a burn,
If only for a single day,
I hope you will return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gone but never forgotten every moment, every moment is a precious moment, The past may be here soon