A chair sits empty - a reflection of my heart
lies close to open fire hearth
its last flame flickered and died long ago
leaving ash on charred wood like fallen snow
I feel my emotions swell and then rise,
as I remember her sitting there with those beautiful blue eyes.
For the love that once was, is no longer there.
Instead, I'm left alone with memories and an old empty chair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem