Love was sweet but bitter when you left.

Though sadness and loneliness was part of me; but still remembering your memories which fades away.

Though tears blur my vision; but still imagining your beauty.

Though I wish I could rewind back those days of true love.
Though am now heartbroken; but still searching.

Though that was better death.

But honoured is how I feel, that love was here but it passed away.

Poam or foam?

DuBLINGreenb:
Poam or foam?

It's Poem na