To one with whom the hours fly
As precious moments cut too short
And after we have said goodbye
Remains with me in thought
One whose voice I hear upon
The wind and through the falling rain
The sigh of trees and sparrow's song
Recall to me your name
All things dearest to my heart
All virtues I pay tribute to
Are each alone a little part
Of all I love in you
And so, lest I ungrateful seem
Forgive me if the thought offends
That in my heart I dare to dream
Of us as more than friends
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem