The ashtray in the corner of the dim lit
room, the only reminder of that cold
winters day. Dancing and dreaming,
laughing and singing we where so
much in love. In your arms I felt so
warm and free, an angel you where to
me. As day slowly changed into night
in your smile I still take great delight.
Through the years the summers and
springs the lives I have lived and the
things I have seen, my thought often
return to you. Here in the cabin by the
Medow where the wildflowers sway
and where we once layed on that
endless winters day I lament as I write
this poem. Never knowing what could
have been.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem