Long, long ago there were two people (just you and me)
and we wed and then divorced,
to my remorse and my years were empty without you
and I couldn’t get you out of my heart.
While I had been a student,
I visited you and Shaun
and he was dressed
in a yellow jersey and dark green pants
and you were dumbfounded by life
as if nothing could still pervade you
and yet
I could get a smile out of you
while he rocked
on his ball up and down
and could laugh so easily.
A curate then wanted to know from me
if now I want to fornicate in duplicate,
as I still loved you.
So I wondered if he
honours the same God as I
and what his holiness
is teaching him?
At times I were really stupid
and still our lives came together
and we grew more mature and learnt
and I also later broke your heart.
l’Envoi
Still you are the one who looks
into my thoughts and soul
and knows what I am thinking
and really understands me
and there is nobody
that I can compare you too
and when I close my eyes
I want to look into yours
and with you in my arms
I want to go to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lots of experience and emotion wrapped in the lines.