Poem

Music I Heard

Music I heared with you was more than music,

And bread, I broke with you was more than bread;

Now that I am without you, all is desolate;

All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,

And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.

These things do not remember you, beloved,

And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my great you moved among them,

And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;

And in my heart they will remember always,

They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.

I like this poem because the first and second sentences are so touched and so trued.

In the love world, it will be worth of doing eveything if you are with lover.

Even though you just share a bread, all you will consider that it is the sweetest time.

What do you think of the two sentences?