Should I send one red rose
For our chapter to be closed?
But I must already know
That with the love we have sown,
How can one put over it a lid?
Escaping is the love fragrance,
For each love's bit, ever faint,
One's heart might still contain.
I will rather be content,
To live amidst love's feelings,
To leave own sentiments floating,
To feel the pain in the depth,
To feel alive, to sense a sensual breath
Than to feel a void of nothing.
What's wrong with living,
In deep emotions which ardently sing,
When each scene stirs up remembrance?
Would one rather feel the cut
Or one rather remains fully numb?
More than a poet, I am a realist,
Who lives within his distinctive,
Exquisite shards and fragments,
Categorized and stored,
In mental photos, captured and decor'ed,
To be replayed over and again,
In the flows of romance
of thoughts mingling with heart,
Mind over body as heart over mind.
Who says my soul is dead
When my heart still beats?
Remembrance is not bad,
Remembrance keep love intact,
While heart bears scars and wounds.
Feelings I don't want to forget,
I'm just afraid not to be able to recall,
The romantic side the poet in me tries to hang on.
Don Nguyen
10-10-2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem