It's the only thing I have of you
I'll keep it because I was lost in you
We were magic
No easy love could make me feel this way
Your dark hair
The fragrance of it
Its soft texture
Always made me press my head against it
I really miss you dearly
And your photograph keeps me awake all night
It remains a feeling I can't fight
True love again, I might.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem