For your perception I weep tears, yet linger I will not
Your roots grown deep these many years - I fear by now they rot
You thought our lips had touched and yet our faces never seen
And look your future is as yet no more than where you've been
I offer this compassion yours, I've yet my life to live
I do not wear your scars and will not claim the ones you give
Regret and rue we never will - what lost will never learn
Within our grasp elusive still, the thing for which we yearn
New love our sorrow will replace as spring from winter's frost
Our memory will not erase a treasure shared then lost
Life itself a passage shared - a dance not to be wasted
Lost would be the essence of were one to leave untasted
Wish not for a heart of steel - hopeless as love lost may seem
Suffer gladly what you feel; it was a lovely, lovely dream
There is no bitter after-taste, dawn's kiss finds sweet tomorrow
Weep not for my departure love, life leaves no room for sorrow
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an interesting idea. All your works seem so original. I think that you will never stop learning in your lifetime. (smile)