Maybe it is true that someone somewhere
Is made for everyone.
But everyone does not find his match.
And that is a fact.
The neon lights at the evening bar
Finally talks about rest for the eye
And the day.
Finally the sigh from the smiling heart
And the heavy face
Does not look for a mate
But to rest from the alcohol.
The farness of the sight
To the blank gaze of the eye
Says...
Yes I have found my heart of friend.
And she is in a different world
Than this one.
Will she come....
I don't think so
But waiting is all left for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem