Perhaps you have never been told,
that your heartbeat is a special treasure,
which cannot be bought or sold,
not with diamonds that are forever,
nor with a mountain of gold.
I’m not trying to be good or clever,
I just want you to see what I behold,
for you and my thoughts are together,
and I would even be so bold,
to say that no matter what the weather,
be it summer’s warmth or winter’s cold,
autumn’s leaves or even spring’s heather,
in my dearest memory; you I will always hold.
The more I read, the more I crave. I`m sorry to bombard you with comments but you use words and phrases not to mention wit.that I wish I possessed and think of. You are really good, in my opinion, anyway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write dude, well done, very cleaver