I hear my heart crying out for you.
I do nothing to stop the pain.
My heart cries more and more
Each day passes.
I still love you.
Do I ignore my suffering?
When I don't think of it.
Do I miss you?
Indeed I do.
Do I think of you often?
Yes, you stole my heart and there is nothing I can do, but sit here and write in my book and watch my tears drop from my eyes onto the page as I write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem