I was not perfect in your eyes.
Hence you left me now my days are as cold as ice.
I sit and think of the days we had.
And watch you fall in love, you are happy, so I've heard.
What I would do for the warmth of those nights.
But now you are gone, out of reach out of sight.
At days I long to be in your arms.
Just madness, longing for what was.
Maybe it is the stars and the full moon am watching.
It all just makes me wish it were still me you were loving.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem