There are teardrops falling,
For the girl I cannot see.
From far away I can hear her sobbing-
Her voice calling out to me.
I can hear her crying,
Although she's far away,
It's been so long since I've seen her-
I cannot recall the day.
Long ago we would talk,
Whenever the need arose.
Maybe I took it for granted...
How quickly time often goes.
For no matter how I want to,
I cannot give her my comforting touch.
I try so hard to console her,
Although words cannot mean as much.
I hope she remembers,
Just how much her presence means in my life-
For even if we are not together,
She'll always be a part of my life.
Does she see the silent tear,
Rolling slowly down my face?
For her pain has become my own,
Conquering time and space.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am left speechless, all I can say is... if you can write like that, have you been published?