People don’t understand why I say, she must have been heaven sent, it because I see her face in a crowd, I see her smile when I see the sun set, I hear her voice in a crowd room, I hear her laugh, when I life gets me down, I see her beautiful eyes when I look to the heaven’s, I feel her present when I’m alone, I catch a hint of her perfume in the air, and I feel a tear stream down my face when I remember how I let her go without telling her how I fatel about her, how much I care for her, and how good life felt when she was in it.
we cannot give things right value unless we lose them.... then we feel how they are important.... and how awful it is when you want to tell them later you do care about them but they are no longer close to hear that.... swwet poem....! ! ! i love it... go on...
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I would like to translate this poem
Love the poem 10+++ Keep writing............