The days and nights I wandered,
Lost in the fog of not knowing
Aching with yearning,
For that everyday sort of love,
We take almost for granted, when we have it
Grieving friendless and alone, once we’ve lost it.
I hope those days and nights
Add up to something, one day
For if this journey was meaningless,
Then life itself will get a bad name.
wish we can realise the importance of love and never let it leave us...forever keep the person ina loving embrace lovely write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If experience shows us nothing, then we have nothing to look forward to. Nice job