After so long,
After so long,
I missed you,
I needed you,
I cried for you,
God knows,
I even tried,
to forget you.
After so long,
my memory
returns to you.
My memory
burns for you.
I remember,
the things
I had never forgotten
I remember
I love you
and I remember,
I need you.
After so long,
I missed you,
I needed you,
I cried for you,
God knows,
I even tried,
to forget you.
After so long,
my memory returns
to you.
My memory burns
for you.
I remember,
the things
I had never forgoton
I remeber I love you
and I remeber,
I need youAfter so long,
I missed you,
I needed you,
I cried for you,
God knows,
I even tried,
to forget you.
After so long,
my memory returns
to you.
My memory burns
for you.
I remember,
the things
I had never forgoton
I remeber I love you
and I remeber,
I need you.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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