Today all my thoughts are of you.
Maddened by my own mournful cry.
My soul aches for your reply.
Not even the fierce wind can carry these thoughts of you away.
The sun won't break through the gloom i'm feeling about our dire situation.
If your desire does not equal mine ~ let me go!
So I can pick up the pieces of what's left of my love-sick soul!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem