The time had come for you to die
But I never heard your last goodbye,
Now life is hollow everyday...
With clouds forever grey.
You were my happiness of Spring
And I have but one song left to sing.
Skylarks remind me at early morn
How you helped me face each violent storm.
There's sorrowful heartache day by day
Often I close my eyes and pray.
I could not hear your last goodbye
When the time had come for you to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really enjoyed your poem, i hope the heartache isn't forever!