i don't like to leave,
but i so much look forward to missing you.
knowing what you look like,
but can't see,
knowing how you smell and feel,
to taste with out tasting...
it lets me know that i really do know you.
but of course i do!
but i like to love you this way,
to miss you
and look forward to seeing you again
when my departure and time and distance is over.
i love missing you, almost as much as being with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very beautiful poem, the timing is perfect and sounds quite right... There is definitely something in THAT feeling, but being with the person is finally better than missing, isn t it?