I am losing you
On my way to death...
What had become of you?
You, —my refreshing breath!
Will I ever see through
Those eyes of yours,
Sunshine in the blue,
Reflecting love aroused?
I do not think so, dear,
'Us' is lost in time;
Always a hidden fear:
Fear to say 'good-bye'.
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A poem of lost love and yearning has been beautifully and touchingly crafted. Thanks for sharing.