If one day you recall my name,
And if by chance this page revealed,
then read these thoughts, walk through words
lightly, as we through summer strolled,
and in the mind the image flows
with memories that form and grow.
I treasure these, the essence of our days,
the warm hand held, the softness of lips
intimate as whispered secrets revealed.
And though that time the years divide
our paths that walked apart,
You still remain, you never left
this heart that is bereft.
You recall my name; with the muse of the memories of life. Nice work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
walk through words lightly, as we through summer strolled, - - - smooth flowing and emotionally appealing