I see pictures awry but clear,
Sitting alone, wondering why? ? ?
I close my eyes so I can't see.
Mind in a state of reverie.
Images of you here with me.
Closer to you I wish to be.
In your eyes all i see is grace.
That smile on your pretty face.
But you're not here, you're not with me.
So I open my eyes and again can see.
My lonely mind wandering free.
My heart torn from within me
My moon hidden behind a cloud;
However is soon back, shinning proud.
It shines so bright it hurts my eyes.
Again I relax my head and open my mind.
Then I see you standing near.
I see you, a vision so clear.
But its just make believe, you're not here.
Its just make believe, I can't feel or hear.
I'm all by myself......Alone......with you in my heart......Y.ICA.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem