Promises not forgotten
Wish emerges often
Love is always pure
One must see to it and assure
I repeat and say again
There may be little pain
In past memory
But never feel sorry
It was past
And had come to last
Even sweet memory may not stay for long
Otherwise it was also wrong
Smile if they invade
Try to forget and not relate
They are rich treasure
One most make sure
You were love one
That can be denied by none
Not it is gloriously settled in mind
No one else can come and find
Ultra Violet Gloriously settled in mind..but maybe in heart also?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Flows well Ric Houston2 hours ago I enjoyed the pattern of this. The flow of it works well.