With you in mind,
I find,
that time passes much too quickly.
I want to put my thoughts of you
down upon this paper,
but aboard this train,
writing is difficult,
and the ride ends too soon.
Has half an hour passed already?
I need more time.
Thoughts of you have barely formed,
and the ride is through.
This poem should be complete,
but I've barely begun.
I like to keep my thoughts of you
inside my head for as long as possible,
but somehow, they get cut short.
Anyway, you should know that you are within me
regardless of what my thoughts are.
I like to think of you
throughout my day,
wherever I am.
Thoughts of you keep me going.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem