Reminiscent sounds coming to mind as a waltz plays in the
background.
Holding memories tenderly and preciously in the palms of
my hands, not wanting to drop or break them as they are
already filled with tears of past love and images.
Wishing to be together forever, alas death has parted us
much too soon, now all that is left is a loneliness and
a deep chasm held in my heart.
Nothing can fill it again, now that love has parted this
earth and my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Memories spark sound comes to mind, tears of past with love touch wind. Hand does not want to break again. Love and peace really wash out pain. Very beautiful poem shared. Heart touching.