If my love for you was a book,
You'd be reading forever.
If you were an endless sky,
I an only star,
at least we'd be together.
I'd like to think that somehow things will all work out,
that you leaving won't so bad,
But I can't count on that.
Because you being gone,
Will be like missing a part of me.
And how am I s'posed to live.....
when I can't even breathe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem