I miss you.
Like the flowers miss the morning dew.
Like the night sky miss the dawn's blue.
Like the desert sands miss November rain.
Like the lion cubs miss their father's mane.
Like my hands miss the feel of yours.
Like my ears miss your tales and lore.
I miss you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not original enough. You can do better by really trying to impress HER with the poem's versatility Hope you don't mind my words. Meant well. H