the day is getting shorter
now almost to it's end
the house is growing quiet
yet my mind is on a friend
I wish she was here beside me
with only moi upon her mind
forgetting about her troubles
Oh the fun that we could find
the focus would be on pleasure
following each others' lead
the giving would be treasured
unlike some others' needs
maybe soon my wish will come true
perhaps this poem is one she'll see?
possibly she'll grab the clue
and bring it to reality
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem