I am losing you, each and every day.
The seconds and the minutes are all ticking away.
I do not fear my own death, It will be what it will be.
But I fear that when you are gone, There is no me, without we.
You have become my everything, Like you were destined to.
But life holds nothing for me, If life doesn't have you.
So my love, when you do go, sleep gently that night.
And when the angels call your name, I won't be far behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem