You are, my dear
More dear to me
Than my life itself.
Yet You are leaving me
I think fate is
Working against me
And nothing to stop.
Am I miserable now
No no never, I think
You are going for better
And better and better.
You are, my dear
More dear to me and I am sure
You are here for ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem