I took a walk down the road.
To see if I could see you again.
Our eyes locked as I came by.
Yet you looked as if I wasnt there.
As I kept going.
I began to have micro dreams.
Of use holding hands.
Down the very road we crossed paths.
You would laugh at the silly jokes.
I would smile knowing I made you happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem