When the night sky no longer glistens gold
and the air begins to feel a little cold,
when the sofa feels too big when sitting on my own
... I miss you.
When I fall into bed so tired and all alone
when I fall asleep and dream of being home
when the pillow becomes your substitute
... I kiss you.
When I am old and grey and ready to pass on
I can think about the way my life has gone
and remember that throughout all my life
... I have loved you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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