Whatever that is left in me.....
I keep it aside for you.... my dear
Whatever that is left to say
I already know, so I don't wanna hear
I choose not to see the sign
I choose not to step out of line
It's your will to walk away
To tread on a different passage way
Here's my parting gift, my love
My Shadow... and the Sun above
My Sun will keep u warm like I did
My shadow will be there if you need
My Love is not a leash
I told you so,
Through my letter:
' I Let you go '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
is it the continuation of yrs 'I let her go '? ? ? ? ? this is written nicely with just the right amount of feelings...