My treasure left me
'way out in the cold'.
It was far far worse
than losing my gold.
I once fell in love with
his charm and allure.
He always set my heart
in a whirl, until the day
we met in the rain...
and still I recall his
'goodbye' refrain,
the words told me all.
Rain fell like snow in
the Fall...lost were my
ingots of gold ~ when
my treasure left me
'way out in the cold'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem