Who do you love at your beck and call
That leaves you awake in night In my fall
Can you bear being apart for any minute of a day
And feel if you don't see her that you will waste away
Whose face do you see so clearly now behind closed eyes
When you have been away so long as you work to get by
What will you do when you see her standing there
That will show her that you love her and always will care.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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I would like to translate this poem
beck and call is correct Paul.