so oftten i find myself wishing i could be with you...
i want to see you and talk to you. i wounder what you might be doing and if everythings okay when i start feeling sad because i miss you i remind myself how lucky i am to have you to miss to have been with you through so many happy days. they say its a small world and i guess there right... but it doesnt seem that way when im missing you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem