The smell of fresh flowers
The rhythm of light steps
The sweet strand of laughter
In my memory I kept
Inside my memory
I kept pictures of you
Pictures of your happy times
Pictures when you were blue
The twinkle in your eyes
Shows honesty in every word
Your laughter and your smile
Helps me rotate my world
There was something different
In how you called my name
Though similar with others
It was actually never the same
Then again I realized
You were already a part
Not just of my memory
But also of my heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sweet poem rythmically, musically, and pleasantly made. You are one lovely, romantic poet, do you know that? heh heh. Keep writing!