You left me with nothing other than memories
oh how I live amid them
You left me with anything other than hope
this feeling I shall condemn
The way we use to be is how I wish it was today
I truly do love you more and more everyday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful depiction of bliss of love that lingers after the source of stimulation is gone. Piece of elegance nicely encapsulated and subtly penned with conviction from inner recesses of the heart. Thanks for sharing Christian and do remain blessed.