tears seem to flow down my face
making paths into my checks
to last forever with knowing
that months has now
turned into years
seeing you in a light fog
with the memories that i have
and turning you into only a dream
to wake up in tears
knowing that you were once
in my arms, insight,
and in reach of my arms
with the soft taouch of your hand
wishing you could stay
for soon you will be gone
and my tears are left
with the love that is burries
as more tears run down my face
making their paths down my checks
trying to hold them back
so that you wont have to see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem. Zen