When you left me many tears were wept upon the roses planted in love upon your grave. But, suffering from my sprinkles of grief, they started to perish, emphasizing only my abandoned love.
Standing outside, my cheek in the sun, softly kissed by the wind. Who’s singing softly in my ear Whispering the words ‘I love you’ I feel loved by the ones Who left us behind Who died recently, Or longer ago… Just loved, Words were sung in my brain, caressing my face, softly whispering in my hair. As a kiss from heaven… Forever in my life. De Gans Mooi Leven, by