One day will come when we meet and fall in love.
The beginning feels like a divine gift sent directly from above.
And another day will come when that day has past.
The End will feel like a bus you wanted to catch but it was fleeting & way to fast.
The days we had, we filled with love all the way to the top.
The day I fear the most is, when that will all come to a screeching stop.
and when the day comes that all I can do is think about you, day in & day out.
I will be to distracted to see the coming day when, I will no longer remember who I was Thinking about.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow... nice rhyme Read my poems too..