And so I begin my lonely ride
Slumped in the back seat, I’ll hide
Not a sound will I make
Not a breath will I take
Shall be on the road all night
Through the dark, to the light
I look up at the crescent moon
Knowing I’ll be home soon
The stars of the night sky
Now make me want to cry
I hope I have another chance
To ask my sweetheart to dance
As a tear slips down my face
I am reminded of her grace
And so I begin to smile
Love is only one more mile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Robert's poems are phenomenal and make me cry every time I read them x