The little brook between leaves kept your memory,

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The little brook between leaves kept your memory,
the one where our souls strolled together,
under shadows I admired your face and your essence,
where in ecstasy my being burned for your love.
In the shady forest that the soul sheltered,
where your lips gave me nectar of life,
the fir trees grew and my senses opened up
to the sweet paradise that only you showed me.
Still whispers the brook when I go alone,
of those moments where I drank your love,
in its clear waters I still see your gaze
and mine was reflected in you when I smiled.
But only in my mind and in my song will you live,
for in my being forever your scent and warmth remained,
eternal as the river that will always speak of you.