I miss you so much these days,
My heart searches for you in countless ways.
The longing for a sign or a touch of your heart,
Gives meaning to life while were apart.
A sign of your love is seldom felt,
I'm attempting to live with the hand I'm dealt.
The cards are played, it don't look great.
I'v been dealt a hand of aces and eights.
Seems sadness is here to stay,
While my heart searches for that perfect day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem