When you no longer have someone
To say, 'Good morning, ' to
And have no one to say,
'Good night, ' like you use to do,
You, sadly, end up with a
Melancholy loneliness, anew,
From missing the very one
Who, graciously, married you.
The pain and loneliness, so very hard to take. Not even poetry can compensate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very simple but very touching and sincere poem. The words reach far but remain.