When I remember you,
It rings a tune in my heart;
A tune that becomes a song,
And would play for a while.
I want haste time,
As the rhythm picks up;
Because I’m eager to hear,
All the parts I like.
I want to stop time,
In the middle of the song;
At my favorite part,
The one that says “I love you”.
I want to slow time,
Just about where the song ends;
Just to savor every bit of it,
And feel as it slowly fades
It’s sad to know the truth,
That for every song that plays;
For every melodic beginning,
There is an unstoppable end.
But you know what? I could always press “repeat”.
May 1,2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem