Gone are the caresses
That all should have,
Now I must content myself
With virtual love,
Difficult to do
When all you've ever lived for
Is, "I love you".
Difficult to face each morning,
Without a vital yearning
Difficult to face
That song, without music,
When you're alone.
I LOVE YOU! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! It's TRUE! ! ! ! ! Te juro amigaza mia eres la perfeccion! ! ! ! ! !
The wonderful thing about love is that it comes at the most unpredictable times, one never knows what the tide will bring in, great poem as usual Sandra!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
solitude can be both a gift and a curse, but we all need Love, even if it's virtual. Love to you Sandra!