Why do I miss you so much?
How can I miss your touch?
How can I miss something I've never had?
I must be mad,
I'm not right in the head.
I am hanging upon a thread,
but have no fear to tread
the disease being so spread...
But yet I do not dread
the feelings I've had
'cause without them
I might as well be dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem