I'm so bored, my dear without you,
Can't you drop me just one line?
Saying, yes, I care about you,
And now things will be just fine.
I'm so sad and lost without you,
That all Time has ceased to be,
And I only think about you,
Night and Day, incessantly.
What is it, that there's about you?
That compels me to insist,
There's a magic spell about you,
That I just cannot resist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wish I could write such poem... where blood is running through...