The fondest of our memories
Are those experienced through emotion
Of endearing thoughts and incidents
Timeless as the ocean.
Of family things, wedding rings and long lost loves
Our mind stirs with happiness.
We remember those things that brought us joy
When we were a young girl or boy.
The mind files all things we cherish
With random access that takes only a stimulus to recall.
The mind ages, plays tricks… may not remember,
But the heart never forgets!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true! ! ! Once in awhile a writer comes along that can paint a portrait about real love.You are that writer. I have enjoyed your work, please continue!