When hours become days and days turn into weeks
my heart becomes cooler and my life becomes bleak
my eyes wake up to dimmer
my ears hear less
of the beautiful songs of happiness
and I long for your touch
oh darling, I miss you so much
to go on another day
is painful enough
I hold on a little longer
praying to be stronger
so that we can keep our promise
let my months turn into weeks
my weeks turn into days
and my days become hours
with only minutes away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem