You'd still be here
if love had been enough.
The lovin', the laughter
and all the little stuff
would have kept you here with me
and never have me be
inconsolable, uncontrolable
and everything that's wrong.
The worst thing about this is
I thought of myself as strong.
And I am you know
but not where you're concerned.
I'm weak in the knees
and easily get burned.
So I guess love's not enough
'cause you're not here.
Just what was missing
won't ever be clear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem