These endless years that pass me by,
For youth has surely gone,
With thoughts that turn to bygone days,
I sing your favourite song,
And as the words pass through my lips,
In mind, I clearly see,
That smile you gave,
That certain look,
Especially for me.
Left behind, by careless thoughts,
Just memories now remain,
Maybe fate will turn one day,
Our paths may cross again.
Jayne Louise Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem , where are your most recent poems kb