Me, I’m in Bournemouth,
You, you’re in Bruebach:
Only just got here;
Can’t wait to get back.
The hours don’t fly,
The days drag by
And as for the weeks:
It’s enough to make you cry.
I’m stuck here
And you’re over there:
You’re set to come here
But I long to be there.
Roll on the day
When neither is away
And wherever we are,
Together we stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Toni, Beautiful pley of words... You heve loveli musical heart... Kindest regards... Tsira