Roses climb the wall outside your room
Sweet scent floats through the window
Reminding you of me and what you’ve lost
The satin covered sheets upon which you lay
Softness beyond compare
Reminding you of me and what you’ve lost
The wild waves crash against your shore
Untamed, implacable, relentlessly pounding
Reminding you of me and what you’ve lost
A free spirit flows forever young
Untethered
Without restraint
Unencumbered
Free to be
yet
Lost to you
This is a very unusual way of writing a poem...that is, in the first person, as seen through the eyes of the second person about the first person? Very, very interesting, I thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
losing the best love is like adding salts to an open wounds........keep going rose.