My blood runs cold,
My blood runs hot,
My blood runs where,
I want it not,
Not hearing even,
One soft word,
Makes me so nervous,
I turn to tears,
And I start spinning,
Like a million Spheres.
Where have you gone?
Where are you now?
I cannot see you,
I don't know how?
I will survive,
Without you near
For you're to me
So very dear!
........missing your friends can be very painful.....nicely written....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another delightful little poem Sandra - love it!