As long as the wind blows
and the current flows
the memories of you continue to grow
Wishing you were here with me.
Makes me think,
were not ment to be.
But why not?
I cry my self to sleep at night
your in my dreams but i can't fight
the fact that I have you no more
when the first time we met
you were the only one i have adored
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so expressed... well done