When you woke up in the morning laying next to them,
just watching as they sleep.
When the number of stars in the sky couldn't out do the number of things you would do for them.
When your hurt you see them,
you don't hurt anymore.
And when the tears flow from your eyes,
when they tell you they don't love you anymore.
You finally realize,
its to late you already love them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem