Maybe I was in love with the thought of you. I held in my tears for many years. That in time I thought it was just rain on my face. For my feelings grew numb. I waited. And when I thought of giving up. I waited some more. Each time I feel like I'm getting closer yet just another thorn in a rose. For this love is pure but impossible I suppose. First sight of you was when my heart chose to love again. For years it has abandoned its faith. It was resurrected through that day and evermore never the same. I can't blame anyone for it was fate. We both went away in our own right...
...I never forget the first hello. The first laugh. And the last goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Touching poem, well written. Siya_! !