When you welcome to me, unforgiven,
beckoning me.
To long-ago heaven shine
where memories lost.
Offering me, as to a child, life,
gatherings of days too few.
The love of stolen kisses.
Beloved of borrowed loves.
Sorrow of secret words.
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I would like to translate this poem
A poignant rendition nicely crafted with conviction. Very heartfelt with strong emotions. Thanks for sharing, Natasa.