On a dreary gloomy day, with nothing
much, to do, it just seems logical, my
thoughts, should turn to you! So many
things, go running through my mind.
Sitting here and thinking of them, helps
me to unwind! Oh, how I wish, I could
pick up the phone and say hello! The
longing is so strong, but of course,
you'll never know! To hear your voice,
say to me, all is well and all is fine. I'd
do just about anything, to keep you, on
the line! Of course, it's wishful thinking,
but I do it constantly. It's my way, of
keeping you close, as you're still,
everything to me! One day, we'll meet
again and truly, I'm not afraid. For I'll
take your hand in mine and once again,
I'll have it made! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem