Your sweet memories
make me cry
and separation makes
my heart dry!

I can't walk a single step
on this way,
where we wet in the rain
on last Sunday.

I get your scent
in the smell of flowers
I feel your loving touch
with showers.

I smile whereas you make
my soul fry
I gaze upon you with love,
though you mean to pry.

Your face is a mirror to me
where I found myself
I will never blame you;
Take care of yourself.