I have learned that a dying heart
Needs the nourishment of memories.
Memories I once thought were hopeless.
I once feared they were all I had left
Of the most perfect love I've ever known.
I've even cleaned the corners of my mind
In search of every thought-
In need of every second
In love with every moment.
The coffee that you
Gave me this morning
Warmed more than my lips,
It opened my eyes.
You fill my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem