I shared the best times with you,
Those precious days,
Now drifted away.
Days like those,
Are far and few,
Never to be the same,
Never to hear you call my name.
Never to see you smile.
Let me dream awhile,
That maybe you are here,
Your voice I long to hear,
Again and again.
Jayne Louise Davies
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I would like to translate this poem
Jayne, your subconscious mind has recorded all those precious memories. They can easily be retrieved through self hypnosis. Which is a gift from God! Not Satan!