Tonight,
I spoke with less words,
and more feeling.
It was so nice to see you again,
and it was nicer, to let you see me...again.
I giggled like a teenager,
when you took all those sharp turns,
you are after all
my most dearest friend,
because you were willing to
carry the burden for us,
until we could be friends again.
I'm sure i'll get sad now and then,
but at least for this night, i am happily exhausted
and at peace.
with he who left me
as my lover,
and was waiting for me the whole time.
as my patient best friend..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice write but i know your 'secret recipe' here...honest and pure heart is the main ingredient...it calling any soul who read this to smile...'it's nice to read this again' it such wonderful moment to visit sweet past memories..talking about pain, joking, fool around laughing and anything...friend, family or whatever it takes, you write got everyone to catch :) _Unwritten Soul