Its now or never she whispered
I took her hand
And softly kissed her
Gentle as perfect lips
Her sherbet lips
Saw inside the calling flame
Wondered,
Should nothing of us remain
As we stepped out into nothing
Asphyxiating in the darkness
Sighs mute
Lives renewed
Whispering
don’t let go
don’t ever let go
When we return I will find you
My Soph….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem