Who says it is easy to forget the beloved one?
Does it matter how much you cried?
After the beloved one's gone.
Does it matter how many roses got dried?
Is it easy to forget it so soon?
Does it matter if it is morning or noon?
When the image of the lost reflects on the moon?
When your smell is brought to me
By the lonely winds as I close my eyes,
The world stops telling lies as the devil in my heart dies
There in the skies a door opens.
An angel smiles at me to dry my tears.
Can the dances of burning candle tell you
If it is itself or missing you that burns me away?
Does it matter to play or pray
When the memories disappear
Day by day in the trace of a sleigh?
Who cares if all the music stops?
Who cares if all the rhythm gets tired?
Oh, the pitiless world! Take your hands off me!
Don't give me a touch! You know I miss her so much.
Lovely words. Thanks for sharing x
You are so kind JAYNE,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
wonderful! I find myself relating to this poem very much. Thanks [3