Sometimes we don’t realize what we have
Until it’s gone
Sometimes we don’t realize what we’ve lost
Until it’s gone
Sometimes we don’t realize what we’ve learned
Until it’s gone
Sometimes we don’t realize what we’ve earned
Until it’s gone
Sometimes we don’t realize we’ve been burned
Until it’s gone
Absence makes the heart grow fonder...of itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem