I don’t even want the gift
When it comes to heart matter
I don’t even want the good kind look
Cos heart will always take care of that
I don’t want the physical stuff
Since your heart will belong with me
Now you look like 60000 pages of book
While then you just like 50 pages
Quickly to read and to understand
But since pass few month you get hard and harder
All I just want form you is faith hope
And we will make it together
But little by little till you gone
I will be missing you
And I guess everybody will understand
That you’ve left that place you use to be
That you just not there anymore
Cos all will fade away soon
And it will be too late to make it right
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem