I know I have done wrong,
And it is something I regret,
And I don't think it will be very long,
Before I start to cry again.
I miss you with all my heart,
Even though I'm the one who did the deed,
Everywhere I go; I always think of you,
And once again; it is you who I need again,
I have not been able to sleep for many nights,
Instead I sit and think of you and ways to fix us,
Ones mind is like an everlasting maze,
Which is why no ideas have sprung to mind.
If I am able to repair all that I have broken,
Then tell me and I will,
If I am able to have you back,
Then tell me what I should do.
Everything can be repaired,
Even our love for each other,
I want to repair our love,
But I do not posses the ablititys to do so.
Tell me,
how does shakespear compare one to a summers day?
He doesn't,
Because someones beauty is nothing compared to it.
But I have found a way,
A way to compare,
I have found you,
Whos beauty is everything more than a summers day.
But alas I have lost you,
What a fool I have been,
To love and then to lose,
To lose you.....for me is the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem