In later years - while my very bones ache -
lamenting the creaking noises of youth gone by..
only thoughts of your sweet tenderness -
verify my will to remain alive.
Even though my winter comes,
yieldingly I let it snow me under and over...
Obstinately though I find its shiver
under memories covered by ivy and clover.
Light upon my head, my sweet butterfly -
in a world where your journey only begins.
Leave to me these sweet memories, and -
yearningly, my heart forever spins....
Losing a dearer one especially a good friend is like losing some part of our inner side.....beautifully written....thank you for sharing :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very good write, John, enjoyed. Thanks for sharing