My hand on your trembling cheek
Is what I remember
When I need to remember
During long evenings
Or sometimes in dreams
I can see the tears in your eyes
And when I start to say something like
'You don't have to go'
My heart swells up to silence the sound
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem written in feels, tenderly sweet...the second stanza lines whisper in soft secrecy...pleasing poem, Chris...10