Precious time thinking of you, my dear as I sit here
writing, remembering all the moments we used to sit,
writing poetry and loving one another.
Never going to forget the holiness between us as we
made love throughout the night, holding one another
tenderly, gently, as our spirits and beings soared.
Into inner universes, exploding in colors brilliantly
filling our minds and hearts, special blessings coming
upon us as we continued loving through our lives, noth-
ing to interrupt our love and hearts in this life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem