The moment one lets something go,
It's gone for good.
So they would say is wished.
The moment one lets something go,
It is gone.
As it is heard to admit.
But...
Tugging on a heart,
With it remembered...
Is that first kiss.
Not to forget.
And...
Tugging on a heart,
With it remembered...
Is that warm hug.
With it missed,
To linger.
The moment one lets something go,
It's gone for good.
So they would say is wished.
The moment one lets something go,
There comes a time when it is missed...
Not to forget and admit,
It lingers.
Tugging on a heart,
With it remembered...
Is a wrong not meant to do,
But done.
To come back and to linger.
Tugging on a heart with it remembered,
Is that one...
One can't forget to forget,
To be done.
Tugging on a heart with it remembered,
Is that one...
Time will not permit,
With it done to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem