In my restless dreams
of things past and forgotten thoughts.
I see your face,
a reminder of sorrow and pain
of what once was.
Memories and trivial thoughts,
vanities, pleasure, and delights
of the woman I once loved.
You're no longer here,
it wasn't meant to be.
Lament is the only thing that is meant to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well articulated and elegantly brought forth from the heart. Thanks for sharing.