I cry when I think of the lost days,
Of things that were left unsaid.
Of a love that went untold,
And a heart that went unread.
I wish that I could hold you,
And feel your gentle touch,
And let you know my darling,
That I loved you very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lost opportunities are always painful. But we can look at those opponituties that we maximized. Well done my friend.