I hear classical music
concertos and symphonies.
Pianos and violins
bring back old memories
of the way that we were
in those years long ago.
Our love was an opera then
your discs tell me so...
I've played them repeatedly
since the sad day you died
and sweet thoughts of our
'love' will ever abide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem