Moods and feelings of passion live and die in passing years
of this life, leaving us to wonder why, when young and very
vibrant, making love.
Living for the next moment to be together, such happy times
back then, now you're gone and there are none, missing you
so totally.
Wanting nothing but to go back in time to recapture days
of our togetherness, memories etched in mind and heart do
nothing but remind this heart of what we once had.
Feeling the love we made all our lives and now feeling
only bittersweet knowledge through tears that we'll
never have again in this life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem