I will wait for you to return,
When you gave me that icy burn
I knew you would stay forever.
Then you left and my world turned to hell,
Without you, my world fell.
I constantly think of you my love
Since it's only me and my beatiful white dove.
In this cold damp place
My heart can't be replaced.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem