Surly and out of sorts, not wanting to listen to
anyone, just wanting to be left alone to contemplate
mourning songs of my heart.
Bent, and falling, aching breaking apart my mind's
heart as I think of you and all our times together.
Missing your beautiful smile as you look into my
eyes with love and wondering when I'll see you again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem