Standing alone in the darkness, holding pictures of we two
when you were here, good times we had, feeling our love
holding us tirelessly through moments of our earthly lives.
Never forgetting the beauty we beheld together, portraits
of memories when together, never being taken from albums of
intellect.
Now taking them out, looking at them with tears and a heart
melting with a love that just cannot be forgotten without
you my dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem