Years and Years

This poem is dedcated to the immaculate lady that I lost a few years ago.

Now it’s a peaceful evening,

Mellow, sweet, melancholy,

My heart never will forget thee,

You’re my first, pure, daydream.

 

Years, years will pass by,

All our dreams will soon die.

I’ll always keep your image

In days of uncertain roaming.

 

Both torment, sorrow and grief,

I will face many dark settings.

Let your name be pharos to me,

Against death and futile living.

 

Written by: Vahan terian

Translated by: Rob Ert

Author's Note

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XMbvcp480Y4

Reviews

[Dhaye]

A nice tribute to the one who owns your heart until now.
Nice poem. Keep writing.