when I saw you again you felt close
almost as loving as the man I chose
but I searched for a glimpse of light
you were close, but not just quite
The bang on the door drew my attention
Of the long good years of your affection
I heard it just like the war in Rwanda
In the dark night your call of thunder
Be still, come closer or don't
After everything you put me through, you won't
I will pretend I didn't but I sure did
hear your call loud like Thunder....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem