To Miss, the words of Love,
to Miss the Hope of the next Day.
That face, smile, lips and eyes,
the Feeling of Touch and its Way.
To Miss the rooms walked together,
the Passion to be one part,
Arms surrounding each other,
the Closeness of Feeling, of Heart.
These things all Hearts desire,
yet so many are loosed to Life's Storm,
to be evermore only dream,
nevermore to perform.
And as Our Loves stand with the future,
with a new Horizon of Years,
a remembrance, a face,
may we Miss, with Our Tears...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem