To see me, to know me,
To touch me, to breath....
To hug, to kiss, to love,
N' always share... It comes and goes
Like breathing air.
Memories that are remembered,
And some are engraved,
thoughts that repeat,
Words that cannot be explained.
It's like seeing something thats not even there.
Coming to my side,
Breathing down my neck, listening to my whispers,
Feeling the void that burns inside,
Even though my heart has it's own demise.
The feeling that was there has yet to be forgotten.
Giving can never be Taken,
Neither taken can be given,
From what has been taken away,
It shall not be returned.
Though my heart Belongs to me, love should keep it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A Rose upon a rose, wow, girl, love it...sounds just like me....love, Romeo