Even as the sun rises,
My days remain dark,
Tears fill my heart,
Like a cold rain.
I miss you the most during these days,
Miss listening to your words,
Whispering our dreams,
My love; the hero who saved my life,
Remember, I love you,
I love you;
The only Soul that I will ever hold,
I'm so lucky to know you.
Until that day we meet again in paradise, where your Soul lives,
I will keep my promise always and forever,
To love and honor you; My Queen,
By offering gifts of love, hope and kindness to others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Missing most these days gives tear in heart and art of life is beautifully felt in love and emotion of union. Amazing poem is shared here.10
Kumarmani Mahakul Thank you for your wonderful comments and the 10. I'm happy to know that you liked my words. Ron