Lonely, holding onto a love we once had, even though no
longer here with us, not wanting to let go of our love,
for it still lies preciously in our hearts.
There it's cherished and treasured forever within our
souls, a total and complete life held closely, unable
to live without them anymore.
Yet life is still flowing through us, although wanting
to let it go, lilting breezes bringing scents of their
beings enticingly to mind.
Brushing away tears with soft petals of roses that were
tenderly placed upon a grave last week, bringing us to
our knees, sorrow overflowing intensely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem