The day you left,
Made a flashback to when we met.
In the park,
After dark.
The day you left,
Is when I sat on our favorite bench.
I remembered our first kiss,
That’s what I’ll miss.
The day you left,
Made me a mess.
I cried and cried,
You were my first good-bye.
The day you left,
November 25th.
Our last kiss,
I’m glad you shown me what love is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unalloyed love... maybe using imagery not directly connected to relate the other image and a departure from AABB rhyme schemes can help your poetry grow.