Holding onto what has gone,
For letting go is not my choice,
In my dreams you still appear,
You speak to me in gentle voice.
I can't forget you, never will
For life has been one precious treasure,
Memories are my golden pill,
Those wonderful times brought so much pleasure.
I seek your face down every street,
Your gentle hand now out of reach,
And so each day will push me on,
In memories, you're never gone.
Jayne Louise Davies
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I would like to translate this poem
Love is expressed so beautifully. Enjoyed. Nice share.