Morning dawns on
The day of our death,
And yet...I love it all the more.
I long for your embrace.
I long for your warmth.
I can no longer have them,
As now I am dying.
As are you.
How did we get here?
I'm sorry.
I'll never forget you
The sad lyrism is the essence of this well written poem, an original and unique creation........10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write and well built words...........