Miss you when you're gone
Talk to you on the fone.
I wish we could date,
Because there is nothing about you that I hate.
Walk past you without even knowing your there.
Being without you is something I cant't bare.
But blind love is the price I'll have to pay
Because I have not seen you, not one day
Your face is a mystery that has yet to be solved.
But you're the kind of man that gets involved.
Your voice is deep and soft at the same time.
Someday I wish that you could be mine.
I see myself being with you.
Because your love is so very true.
But blind love is the price I'll have to pay,
Because I have not seen you, not one day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem