Thousands of miles and it's slipping away,
The memories, one of a kind.
You sit on the phone and have nothing to say,
I feel like I'm losing my mind.
There were so many dreams that we've shared,
Will we ever be the same again?
No one and nothing has ever compared,
I can't live with just being friends.
You're perfect for me in so many ways,
You have entered my heart and won't go.
I'll sit and wait, and count down the days,
'Till the love that we shared, you once again show.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hope against hope, memories, wistfulness about a barely surviving love-well composed. mamta