Those memories again are stirring
Of nights in woodlands days in dew
As if on cue my eyes start blurring
Recalling that forlorn adieu
Your wolf like ways so oft recurring
In my mild mind like mourning doves
The things you said are still occurring
Loud echoes of our long lost love
There have been loves in café settings
In well trimmed parks and boulevards
Short lived those sentimental pettings
Dimmed by new beaus soon afterwards
It’s sad to lose the warm embracings
When passions fade neath city lights
Much harder still to brace in facing
The loss of haunted forest nights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem