Losing each other in the tunnel of love as we get older,
finding that memory is fading at times.
There so no fault, it is just a part of human nature,
losing sight of what we used to see in each other, feeling
rejected or abandoned at times.
Then realizing that our love is like and old sweater,
wrapped around our shoulders, keeping us comfortable and
assured that when remembered we are loved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem