I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

What does it matter that my love couldnt keep her.

The same night that whitens the same trees.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.

My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

I loved her, and sometime九_九_藏_書s she loved me too.

my soul is lost without her.

How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

Someone elses. She will be someone elses. As she once

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.

I no longer love her, t九_九_藏_書rue, but perhaps I love her.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

My soul is lost without her.

And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

anhttps://read.99csw.comd this may be the last poem I write for her.

Thats all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.

Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

belonged to my kisses.

I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

andreａd•9９ｃｓw.coｍ the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

My heread.99csw.comart searches for her and she is not with me.

Love is so short and oblivion so long.

To think I dont have her. To feel that Ive lost her.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,