It seems that lately I don't care;
I don't have a thought or a notion.
It's hard to hold on and realize
it's a dry-spell of emotion.
I thought that my heart would forever feel,
that my mind would forever burn,
that my longing would forever glow,
and my soul would forever yearn.
But since you've been gone, things aren't the same
and there isn't a magical potion
that can make me feel a thing again,
it's a dry-spell of emotion.
This lifeless time will meet defeat;
I'll keep on keeping on
until my life has joy again.
I'll get by and get along.
Just remember when you see my face
reflecting your lack of devotion,
I'll soon be over loving you
and this dry-spell of emotion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, Christine, this is a great poem! ! It has the qualities of a great song as well. Brian