I held your hand
And kissed your lips
Remembering a time
Like this
When the hand I held
Was something dear
And love was not a thing
To fear
When time slowed down
With no more rush
Created a world just
For us
When dark was just dreaming
While others were sleeping
When your eyes were mine
For keeping
When I didn’t have to lie
And laugh in turn
And trust was a privilege
You earned
Now the hand I hold
Is much less dear
And love is everything
I fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i think this poem is beautiful. i can relate to it, everybody can. u just keep on writting younglady. u'll be a star one day