I once said I felt like I was missing a vital organ when you were gone
Strange as it seems, but this phenomenon is haunting me on and on.
It would be much easier, I guess,
if I just pretended I couldn't care less
for anything that happens and makes such a mess.
I keep clinging to some words you say,
but somehow the pain always finds its way.
Oh, my love, I am truly sorry,
I'll try not to worry.
But, don't ask me to hide
what is deep inside
'cause even if I wanted to
I could not conceal
what my whole being
whispers that it's real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem