Missing you is like a sun without shine
or a broken heart full of pain.
Every day I think and night I dream of you.
Seeing your pictures in fb always is the job I do.
My soul gets weaker,
and my ache grows stronger.
I had a fantasy that all was perfect,
But then I realized that nix is same
Missing you is like a romantic night without wine
or a toxin full of vein
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem