My heart a blood lake
My mind a sorrow’s well
Heart broken dissolving feelings
Once happiness fair
I hear your sweet voice once more
through the memories of our photos
For a moment my heart believes we are one
How can it be?
Let’s meet for our usual coffee
Talk about stuff have a few laughs
Then go home and make up
(Dedicated to Christine)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great story of a love lost, so reminiscent... the poem has a lonely pace. I hope one day you get it all back, Roger... not necessarily this person, but someone who will love you back. Take care, Lee