The winds can forget to blow,
Present to enter futurity,
The waters to flow,
But I can ne’er forget thee.
Flowers can forget to smell,
Death to meet me,
The stars at night to twinkle;
But I can ne’er forget thee.
The sun can forget to awake,
The mirrors to speak reality,
The bees honeycomb to make;
But I can ne’er forget thee.
O pal, to my life as dear thou art,
As the beats to a beating heart.
I'm in love with your rhythmic metaphors; they are so soothing and magical; this is a lovely poem.
this would make a nice song. 'the winds can forget to blow'. nice intro to a poem i'd say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really great poem to some one you love. Fantastic write.