Poezja

The ring on my finger tells me your gone...
but the whisper in the wind lets me know your still here.
The songs on the radio tell me I was wrong...
but your dead, and now I know I was right.
The late night phone calls, I defiantly miss...
but I can still remember and taste our first kiss.
Life is short, this I have learned...
So love more, and fight less...
Forgive and forget, but never regret.