You made love feel so beautiful,
so wonderful, and so difficult to have,
when all is left is burning hope,
when all is felt is pain and despair.
and the days seem lightless,
and the nights are darkless,
and the dreams are dreamless,
carrying it higher and higher.
waiting for the september leaves to fall,
waiting for the rain dressing in snowflakes,
waiting for the wildflowers to grow
in between jagged rocks perennial love.
Why God,
When spring comes love's back in the sky?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
‘the rain dressing in snowflakes' excellent.