Standing alone...looking at the moon...
He whispered to me gently...
'I know the distance makes you cry...
i know what you have borne'..
So he swore by his stars and his sky...
that he'd never let us bid Good Bye...
The thought of this made me cheer..
he said, 'my intention was this dear'..
And even if fate would part our ways...
he promised to unite us
in his own heavenly ways..
Cause he knew one thing for sure...
That I'd loved you
MOre than anyone here...
And so he said to me...
Even if im no more...
Id always wish for your love
to grow More and More....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem