The flame was lit
Such as sweet aroma
The smell of roses and lavender filled our noses
and i knew i was once here
The old willow sings her song to me
the scent of musk and old fumes of the
gas that once burned the fields
I was once here
I remember watching the doe protecting her baby
in the fields.
that we once called sweet honey.
The bees were always there swirming around the roses
Now their just dead
no longer the field of honey
I was once there
Memories being by the burning flame
Smelling the sweet scent of lavender
Letting it fill my nose
being with you
You were my flame
My Sun
My light
My joy
My Everything.
The Flame is no longer lit
no longer there
no more roses
Just burnt old trees and me.
My love you were my sun
my light
my everything
Lite the flame in rememberance of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank yoooooou very very very much