I call your name a thousand times
I picture your face
Memories hauntingly linger
Of dusk, a falling veil
A sunrise, lazily awakening
Like the opening strokes of a painting
I hear your voice
Musical as a meandering stream
I hear your laughter
A tinkling of wind chimes in the gentle breeze
I feel your touch
Soft and warm as the setting evening sun
I kiss your cheeks
Fragrant and pink as summer's morning rose
I caress your hair
Smooth and soft as winter's falling snow
I thank the Lord
For the tender miracle that is you
I can never forget you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very touching poem. I enjoyed reading it.
Thank you, Cigeng. It was a time when the poetic juice started flowing, hahaha!