Like a flower waiting to bloom.
I wait here for you.
Like a dark room waiting for a light bulb
and the desert waiting for rain.
I’m waiting here for you.
When that flower finally blooms.
I will be there with you.
When the dark room no longer needs a light bulb
and the desert isn’t waiting for the rain.
I will never leave you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem