Gone are the days of love letters
Of long-stemmed roses and chocolates
Gone are those sweet words uttered
As if your lips were closed and sealed.
Gone are the days of whispering sweet nothings
While chasing each other along the golden shore
Gone are those times of picking up seashells
While the air feasted on our youthful yells.
Gone are the days of love letters
But safely kept in the vault of my memory
Gone are those days of long-stemmed roses
But its petal still pressed in my diary.
Silently, we sit by the dusky shore
Feeling the moist of the twilight breeze
Gripping each others hand, trembling
Pondering on our younger years, smiling
Holding on though no more words to say
Love remains until the end of our days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words that find contentment being still within knowledge of each other.