I think of you with love each day but this is nothing new,
the tender touch of my brow at night when i feel blue.
I hear your whispers in the leaves of trees that i pass & feel your tears in rain that falls but soon dry's, it never lasts.
Out of the clouds you then appear, the sun you show to me,
its then i know that your at peace as birds whistle sweet tunes with glee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem