Never will I hold her hand,
Never will I find.
What it's like to feel her lips,
Pressed up close to mine.
Never will I hear her say 'You're the one for me.'
Never will I ever stay on the path that I should see.
For her brown hair and fiery passion,
That first drew my eye.
Will never ever leap again,
Touching a crescent sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it. a simple, short, not too complex poem. awesome.