He comes to you when you don't want him
A whisper a touch, a cold breeze...
He is not light nor dark, life nor death
A shadow of time, a memory...
His romance is unlike any other
A dream of a love, a fantasy...
His kiss is sweet, tender, soft, ever lasting
Lips not of flesh or bone, but o taste...
His eyes are future tellers, distance yet to come
Brightness behind darkness, Eternity...
You long for him, want his presence
the shadow of a memory...
You ask for him to come, to be close
the shadow of a memory...
You stand close to kiss him, lips of wine
the shadow of a memory...
You want his romance, that of fantasy
the shadow of a memory...
you hear his whisper, a sound of nothing
the shadow of a memeory...
He is not that of a man nor beast
but that os a shadow of a memory...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
OH how I loved this one, I am a romatic by heart, and all of us have that certain memory of a certain someone that will hold our hearts captive forever.... Very nicely done with a wonderfull flow leaving the reader with a moment''s memory... Bonnie