I thought of you with love today
But that is nothing new
I thought about you yesterday
And days before that too
I think of you in silence
I often speak your name
Now all I have is memories
And your picture in a frame
Your memory is my keepsake
With which I’ll never part
I have you in my heart
August 29,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem