I do not know when to see you again
For this moment is not easy to bring
Having your presence is a gain
That might needed with so much requirements
I saw your pictures all the time
A picture which means you're out of my sight
An illusion that makes me cry,
to utter that hope you are mine.
I can't control the longing
That keeps me spinning
Anticipating no matter how slow the ride,
looking forward that I'll be again alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem