I miss myself
Can you imagine? ? ?
your face is the mirror of the pink world
your eyes is my weakness... a beautiful peaceful war without a sword...
your heart is my lovely home...
my ancient empire from the time of Rome
your smile is the future...
the cure to my wounds without a suture
can you imagine...? ? ?
I miss myself every moment...
Because I miss you...
(April 26,2008)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem