When on my own
When only be memories to turn to
I make myself happy
Just remembering you
Your soft hands in a tender mood
With touches to fragrance
Your divine eyes in a dark world
With lights to guide
And your soft lips when in cold
With kisses and warmth to my soul
Oh! For you are always mine
A sight for my sore eyes
I make myself happy
Just remembering you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Memories of love and life. Thanks for sharing.