Last night I had a scare
and woke up finding it reality
That your beautiful warmth
is not with me anymore.
I long for the air to take shape
and somehow bring you here-
that way my mind could relax
and my tears could in someway fade.
I know I'll be with you again
but the days without you terrify me
and even though this will soon be over
I dread the coldness in my bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem