IN THE PAST:
In darkness...
In sadness...
All, an emptiness...
Embracing the burden, for having a wrong move
The cold wind, the regretful moments, the unknown love,
Indeed a mistake, all were sacrifices,
Can't move on, just keeping all times busy,
Avoiding what was set to be...
The care and protection,
The love and affection,
All was for nothing...
Not even destined for such miracles of distinction...
PRESENTLY:
Still longing for the Happiness,
From someone so nice to be with,
Someone who could share all of the Best pleasures
A woman could overcome...
But still in doubts...
WHO... TO BE WITH,
WHO... THAT COULD LAST TILL THE END...
Never too late...
My love, My inspiration.. to unending life,
The coming of the late blooming days...
At this very moment...
At this age....42 years of existence...
The Completeness of being a woman...
So to speak... Nothing but the Best!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem