As the ocean clasps the shore,
As the sun warms the air,
As the rain wets the earth,
As the breeze embraces the trees,
So your loved sustained me.
Now you are gone,
and I weep, and I weep...
Yet, the ocean still clasps the shore,
Yet, the sun still warms the air,
Yet, the rain still wets the earth,
Yet, the breeze still embraces the trees,
And I listen,
as the soft night wind whispers,
'Weep not, my love, for we shall meet again! '
Beautiful, lyrical grief. It is the sad songs that are best remembered. Excellent.Mary. Warm regards, Sandra
Mary, wonderful poem... classic in its eloquence. Well done! ! Brian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deeply moving, I could really feel this one Thankyou Mary Love duncan X