Soft touches the bow on violin strings
To my mind each note a memory brings
Thoughts of how it used to be
When the music played sweet love to me
A sad song plays
Its time to part
The cold ice melts
In the warmth of your heart
The singers voice
A balad brings
In harmony with those violins strings
Each note played a nemory it brings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem transports me in time