When my dreams are but an ember
Of the waning fire of life,
I shall have you to remember,
Your peace, your love..... just a bit of strife
Dreams that only you could fulfill,
From cold graves will awaken,
The very earth will quake to the thrill,
As the hills and mountains are shaken
Fond memories, deep as the sea,
Will bring my days to a close,
The poems of love you wrote for me,
The dying summer's last fragrant rose
From Heaven's scroll, what splendor streamed
The first time your heart touched mine,
Wishes came true, loving eyes gleamed,
Together, our music was divine
Such are the memories my mind sees....
Sun shining through falling rain,
Flowers and buds on ice-covered trees,
Yes, our love bled, but it left no stain
And when it's time for the last dream,
My darling, come back for me!
Come, take my hand while we cross that stream
To love again in eternity
Gone but not forgotten You live within my heart. Hold out your hand for me my love When my time comes to depart. A beautiful love poem, Lora. Fond memories are to be cherished. This poem has come from deep within. Some great lines here................. When my dreams are but an ember Of the waning fire of life, .......................a wonderful expression.
And when it's time for the last dream, My darling, come back for me! Come, take my hand while we cross that stream To love again in eternity..................................a nicely penned picture.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have a passion that is eloquently expressed here, Lora.