Walking in stride her piercing eyes cannot hide.
A love for me that swells like the ocean in its tide.
Villianous thing it was to have her swept away.
Every remaining memory remembering her sway.
Sorely how i have missed the softnest of her kiss.
Only angels speaking now to the woman that i miss.
Forever more exchanging sweet dreams on clouds.
Legions of women have passed before me in a crowd.
Outstanding glances spared as my eyes wonder low.
Virtue will be my resolve as my time comes in tow.
Ever after waiting for death has no pity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a good one! I like this one alot.