If you think I'm not yours
If you think I've not seen you
All must break to an end, before we die
Till you love me,
For an only grief I've in me, for having the last
breath I mix if your deep side, heaven I'll see
Sorry that I could understand you
Sorry that a mystery touches me
Sorry that I think you,
That a heart, only murmurs, speaks far as if
We can go far away,
If you think I'm not yours
If you think I've not seen you
For my head to be lift I'll cry,
Some I had days that you used to be mine
Some I had days to dream,
That I may love you.
04/10/2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem