I was always yours
lost, adrift so long at sea,
holding on, 'dear for all to see.
Held apart, for I to long
each last painful breath,
was yours too take.
I having, 'no picture left of you.
Was I,
when you tell me, ever wrong
to sing that song, again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
did she DARE to tell you to never sing it again? ! shame on her. sing it, sir! :) bri