Writing poetry as the sun sets on your life, leaving me
behind to live however I can, sorrow turning into tear-
drops falling from above.
Heaven overjoyed, but here on earth life has wilted and
died, leaving nothing but reminders and memories of our
lives together, an eternal loneliness now becoming part
of my heart and soul without you my love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem