What have I left to lose
all that I said has come true.
Loosing you
was so hard to do
blue is no longer my blue.
Roses I said hold the fragrance
of you
in the light of the moon
I held you.
The movement of time
is that time that stood still.
Moment's that few could
then have foretold,
were the moment's that all
long to release.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stirring, in sweetness and sorrow. I feel as if you see through to my heart. PEACE