I dreamt all day about you babe;
Which is no different, from other days.
I miss you dearly sweetheart;
You’ll always have a home in my heart.
I cannot wait to see you again!
All I do is write poems in my den;
Poems of you, the one I love.
I wish you could descend from above.
Why? Why did you have to leave me?
Why couldn’t you stay here with me?
To say I’m nothing without you
is an understatement. It wouldn’t do.
I wish I could make the past last,
but your time, has already passed.
So all I can do is simply wait
to meet you again at heaven’s gate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.