I see your tears of pain,
falling like the heavy rain.
I wipe your tears away,
and hope thats where they will stay.
Comforting your words of sorrow,
to help you through tomorrow.
It will get easier with time,
which has to be a good sign.
There's someone out there for us all,
so head up and stand tall.
Because you never know when you might,
walk on in to mister right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mr / Mrs Right always seem to turn out to be Mr / Mrs Wrong... dan