I have not forgotten of the name.
The way she dress her self,
How she asked me if she’s looking
great in her red lip paint
And her laughter when I blushed,
Oh especially her laughter
that is the every joy in my heart.
In me nothing is forgotten
How can I forget my one great adore,
The love of my youth,
the fire and ice, melting my soul,
Who loved me with an intensity that
defies gods, encompassing the great
cosmos and vast universe–
With this nothing is forgotten,
The heart stops looking for what it has lost
But it will still love her all the same, again
With great pain and quiet sadness.