Love is but a dream;
Without you here with me.
I've gotten frost bite;
From our future fading out of sight.
I promised to be here for better or for worse;
Yet all of this waiting is a curse.
Take me back to the past;
So I'll remember how long we'll last.
12-8-2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem