I hope when you hold her that you will think of me
Wonder how I'm doing and wishing me you could see
I hope when she smiles at you, you see me face
Turn your head and want to cry for me you couldn't replace
I hope when she's laying next to you your wishing it was me
Wishing it was my hand you hold and touching my body
I hope when you look in her eyes your heart feels hurt
Because it was my eyes that you wish, into, you could look
I hope when you make love to her that you will miss me
The way I loved you and how I satisfied you completely
I hope when you grow old and your kids are gone
That you'll think back to leaving me and realize you were wrong
I hope one day you wish that you had stayed with me
That I was the old lady holding your hand as we walk down the street
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem