She was all I could see….
A vision of beauty
Born of a realism
lost in our time
My love still growing
She had to be mine
Each day our eyes meeting
But I as a stranger
was all she saw
My love still growing
I had to have more
Her life a secrecy
I hoped for clarity
that never came
My love still growing
Every day the same
I knew we were fated
I thought it was proper
to be in tune
My love still growing
I prayed to the moon
But then she was taken
My heart truly broken
all torn and cold
My love was dieing
Her memory old
She was all I could see…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a heart warming piece of wonderful poetry you wrote here Sam, well done, it touched my heart deeply.