Dedicated to Maria KA
Lovely Latina, oh how I miss thee,
Even if so briefly our paths once crossed,
The march of time hath been the enemy,
And I feel there is something I have lost.
Lost is your presence and dark Spanish eyes,
Those windows to your soul seem to pierce mine,
And thy gentle smile that lightens the skies,
Could melt frozen hearts for thou art divine.
Alas thy smile and eyes are too distant,
Perhaps I'll never again enjoy thee,
Although to forget is something I can't,
Thus my heart is safe and thou hast the key.
I seek no pardon for this humble verse,
For life with veiled truth is life with a curse.
(June 09)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem