With so much distance simply losing touch,
Yet what for the person who couldn’t care much?
She lies far away with no thought for me,
A little closer and one could just see,
It pains me so deeply to think like this,
Of how much of you that I really miss,
Wishing I could sleep yet I dream of you,
Awoken I question ‘what can I do? ’
One way of dealing is writing in verse,
This love and its need, incurable curse,
Another way I feel is reading from prose,
This thought that I hold slowly it goes,
It seems to get better thinking in rhyme,
This feeling I have, disappears in time,
With so much thought simply keeping contact,
Gives me the strength that I felt I had lacked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem