you are but a dream
a distant fantasy, a distant memory
a touch with no feel
a fragrance with no scent
a smile with no joy
you are a fading image
with no hint of existance
but a put out flame
no longer radiant with warmth
only cold with loneliness.
did i create this once beautiful romance?
coz the pain of your absence
still lingers frozen in my heart
your face haunting my every waking moment
you are not a dream
not even a fantasy, but still a distant memory.
you are the thief who stole my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem