I would like to tell you how,
I came to be here tonight.
It might have been simple, and a lie,
or it might be forever.
I've waited to hear,
those songs again.
They bring back memories.
Memories that I don't enjoy,
and yet cherish.
Whatever I've learned,
needs not to be told,
for it is written in the lines of my face.
You may feel it in my touch,
or hear it in my voice.
I will share it with you,
but secretly.
The snow has fallen so long,
the door is hard to open.
The fire is enough,
to make me forget.
The day is soon to appear.
Your love is all I need,
to forget the year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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