Love is a sweet sorrow poem

My dreamland is full of delicate pink blossom ,

Forever sunshine in May,that fresh breezy day,

It's the only place ,his love remains and stay,

Warms my life like a golden field in Autumn .

Along with billions of stars and blue moonlight,

I see the sorrow out ,fall asleep smiling ,

Longing to meet that young man , my lost darling ,

Who have eyes and heart the most bright .

Except dreams,to no where I found belong ,

Those precious old times that he forget ,

Didn't last longer is now what I regret ,

Stuck in vows while the master has long gone.

Love is the sweetest saddest touch of fate,

Only I recognized it when too late .