Twilight settles upon us as we sit holding hands,
eyes looking into one another's souls.
Captivating sorrow held in store for each of us
after death encapsulates us in it's forever stare
through eternity.
Heaven in our minds, allowing us the security of
peace in our present stance of time.
Attempting to relish our lives while we are still
holding on to them, a beacon shines and lights our
pathways to God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem