Another day, another smile, oh how I wish it would stay a while.
Here it comes, there it goes, just like the sight of a withering rose.
But for a moment and then it's gone, a game of chess and I'm the pawn.
I become consumed by this dream, as I continue down the stream.
I reminisce at this delightful thought, the more I do the more I rot.
Night comes and I'm alone, my mind takes off towards the unknown.
A silent prayer to keep me still, for a moment then tumble downhill.
Aching for a good night's sleep, the thought returns, I begin to weep.
Is this my life? Is this my curse? To be alone, could it be worse?
I wake up and she's not there, another day and no one to share.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There are nearly 4 billion women on earth, surely at least one other could become a love