The day began sunny, bright
My dream was gentle in the night
I kissed my love then drove away
The memory stayed with me all day
She called at lunch to talk awhile
To hear her voice brought me a smile
But oh, how cruel the winds of fate
For my true love, death could not wait
I got the call no heart can take
Two years have passed but not the ache
The dreams they never go away
I live and die again each day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very very touching poem. The last three lines are pitch the emotions high. Two years passed, but not the ache... Stunning line