I will try not to cry these tears of pain
Or let them leave an ugly stain.
I will try not to miss those lips
Or your very sweet tender kiss.
But no matter how hard I try
I can't seem forget those eyes
And no matter what I do
I always seem to feel the blues.
Is it because I love what is gone,
Or because I miss what is here?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem