Tasting tear drops on your check in my shame
and sorrow I take no delight. Holding on to
memories of happier times my hart never
knew how much it longed for you. At last our
lonely song comes on the radio and as the
blue stars above look down upon us as we
dance. Smiling you hold me and I know that it
is for the last time because you are no longer mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem