Lonely, wishing you were here with me, misty-eyed, thinking of
all the good times we've had together, wishing they had never
ended.
Finding strength somehow in your unconditional love being held
so preciously in both of our hearts, never fading or disappear-
ing, always living in the future when we will be together once
again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem