somehow, sometime when
we are old and gray love
will still be there despite
the distance and the years
that have come between
these are the yearnings my
heart has been keeping since
that day in November when
you said you were leaving and
there's not a word i uttered
because i cannot keep you from
the dreams you must pursue in
some far away places where
i have fears of losing you
in the end
but my hopes will remain though
the seasons may keep changing
maybe on some snow filled winter
nights the chill becomes too
much for you to bear and my
warmth you will remember
or maybe on one lovely day in
spring as you touch and smell the
flowers your thoughts may wander
to where i am waiting... old and gray
but loving you still
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem