When we first met, I was lost
Lost in the deep moonlight ocean
That I found in his eyes
When we first met, I was lost
Lost in the pale pink rose
That I found resting upon his cheek
When we first met, I was lost
Lost in the light brown bark of a tree
That I found on his skin
When we first met, I was lost
Lost in the pearls
That I found just underneath those perfect lips
When he left, I was lost
Lost in a whole new way
No more deep blue eyes
No more pink roses
No more perfect pearls
And when he left, I was lost
Lost in the sorrow
That I found in my heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes. if LOST, it really hurts.But this memory remains sooooooooo sweetest- in your life.So try to hurt your self again & again you will feel the taste of LOST SWEETER THAN EVER.