It was a delicate summer
where one dreams of love
and wakes alone.
I had recently
been divorced
and only wanted
to see sunlight
on a girl's hair.
Following betrayal
of the heart,
I suspected true love
was as elusive
as clutching summer mist.
I promised myself
in the future,
I wouldn't be bitter
or condescending,
I would hope again.
A cafe by a lake
holding hands
across a table
during a perfect lunch.
Meet me there,
just once,
like we were children
from a previous incarnation.
Just lovely and so delicately written. Full with promises and excitements. Loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Meet me there, just once, like we were children from a previous incarnation.- - - I am very attracted to the loving nature of the poems I have read so far