There are so many things that I still wanted to say to you
but how do I carry it over, over what love really is?
Maybe the most important is how I do miss you
that I do want this life totally different.
Together we did try to invest in a future
and of our plans everything is now without meaning.
There are so many things that I still wanted to say to you
but how do I carry it over, over what love really is?
Hours we could lie spooned together
but between us and there far where you are, everything is missing
and sometimes I ask forgiveness for my defects
as binding promises we had made to each other.
There are so many things that I still wanted to say to you
but how do I carry it over, over what love really is?
© Gert Strydom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem