To have
The Certainty
Of Nothing,
As dull spiritual
Pain,
Is not, at all
Reassuring!
Since we parted
Your loving, memory
Has been,
So painfully, long
And constant!
Hard to live with!
Maybe,
Not even living,
At all.
For lost love
Kills slowly,
A little,
Everyday
Till there is
Nothing
Left to feel
Or say...
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I would like to translate this poem
Oh, I hope you don't feel this way, my friend, Sandra. I know that your love for Poetry could fill the void that lost love might have given you. My heart goes for you.Each and every word of this poem tears my heart. So deeply poignant and very touching.