When people ask me where you are,
I wish i could say more then just your far.
With every passing day,
I think about you, and what we had.
I wish your parents wernt so mad.
Every second, of every day,
I miss you more and more.
I cant believe you were with me, even though i was a bore.
You were my reason for living,
you are so sweet and giving.
I wish you were still here with me,
But its ok for one day together, again we will be.
a sad story with a hint of a happy ending.....nice :) .......i tough for those who you love the most to be away for long :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is that a red rose? may be, hence you penned fine words......... :) nice rhym/rhythm.......closing seset are/far more/bore excellent 10+