Turn my head slowly, love dies away - slips into unknowing depths.
Forgiving no one, it leaps into wells, covering it's mistakes, letting go of it's hopeful dreams.
There are no tomorrows left on yesterday's calendar.
Years have passed and left no mark upon anyone's brow to signify their endless trek through spaceless dust.
Whenever looking over shoulders of past memories, there are no feelings left to place importance on.
They have gone - heading for another shore, sinking away from lover's arms, once so protectively placed around it's heart.
There are no guarantees of love's return, for it has been lost in the unknowing depths of yesterday's caring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
unknowing depths. But love is always love. It is just giving.