Strange and lonely, sitting, thinking about you when
not together.
Lighting candles, romantic dinner, waiting, wax melting
onto the tale in sadness.
Looking past the candlelight, into darkness, wondering
where you are, tears now sparkling upon my cheeks.
Remembering that you are no longer here, never again to
have a romantic dinner with me.
Silence deafening, now only sounds of my crying for you
can be heard in this darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is like the sadness personified. A true picture of a lover in the absence of his muse. You are doing a splendid job, RoseAnn. Thanks.