I hear the heart of my best friend,
And know it will never beat again.
The very smile that I adore,
Now makes me dropp onto the floor.
And then I cry, I miss that girl.
She was my life, my joy, my world.
I can’t forget about what we were.
There’s not a day I don’t think of her.
I wish that she would come back to me.
I’m now more loving than I use to be.
I can’t get her out of my mind, it seems.
She’s in the clouds, the moon, and my dreams.
If she came back then I would say,
Don’t you ever make me feel that way.
So as I look in the sky above.
I realize she will always be my lost love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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