Standing on the bottom stair
Watching the world.
And waiting for the end
The every thing I want is right there
Within my grasp
Except you
You’re not here
You don’t want or need or love me
Like I love you
I admire from a distance
Across a crowded hall
watching you come in the door again
Wishing I could go to you
or you to come for me
A lovely poem full of longing and laced with melancholy.... you are indeed a queen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes it does feel great to have someone, u know?