The fireside chair sits empty,
I hear no more your song.
Each summer day is stagnant;
Each night is cold and long.
I have no arm to lean on
the way I leaned on you;
and no more funny stories.
Who would I tell them to?
God knows how much I miss you.
The love light in your face,
the sounds of your night music,
the warmth of your embrace.
But this is my endeavour.
These memories we share,
a lifetime full of treasures
Thank you for being there.
This is my song just now - how I can relate. Very poignant Thomas.
A tender compassionate lamentation for your departed love.- great flowing cadence and perfect rhyme. Though sad, this is a beauty. I still favor rhyme
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well constructed poem