In the lonely days and nights
Remembering you all alone
With the stars in gloomy lights
Memories of the love bygone
Make me to roam the sites
Sit there and bemoan
Tables would turn one day
You would too one day sob
Can not live in easy way
Others pleasures who do rob
Surely then you would say
It was not a lover’s job
Would thirst for love true
Your heart would throb too
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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