Where art you now where have you gone?
For I feel so alone,
Your image fades where sunlight shone,
Upon your resting stone.
The church bell tolls for love is lost,
At empty fields I stare,
What price my heart what will it cost?
To see you standing there.
I read the names that are engraved,
In loving memory,
Of all those who could not be saved,
And soon it shall be me.
I know as in your grave you lie
Beneath the twisted yew,
That truest love shall never die
I'll always care for you.
For I am certain while you sleep
My pain shall not be gone,
As on your stone I gently weep
Somewhere your soul lives on.
So rest in peace as I must leave
Though hurt shall not refrain,
For you my love I'll always grieve
Until we meet again.
This is so moving Andrew, and so meaningful. The imagery is great, and one can picture it all. Sadness oozes from every line. Beautiful write. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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I would like to translate this poem
The church bell tolls for love is lost, At empty fields I stare, What price my heart what will it cost? To see you standing there. a heart that searches for the lost love. tony