In Humble travel I’ve met you,
In gentle words your heart was true.
Through miracles my arms you found.
Within my spirit you were bound.
With pacing hands, that pierced my own,
From easy lives we were thrown.
Knowing well of my life’s fate
We split our path before too late.
Breaking through my sorrow’s pain,
In few short days I built our train.
I’ll remember you in distant lands,
For “I’ve graven thee upon my hands”.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like you found love but then it went away. I like this poem