When im there in my bed
No one to hold, No one to understand
Time has come and time has past
Nothing will ever last
This is a joke i say aloud
If there is love
Why am i not bound
Walking down the street
So pathetic, lovers arent real
To myself i feel a little tear
A man heard me, jumped up on his feet
He says what is this nonsense about lovers arent real
He looks into my eyes
Love is with you
Like it is with me too.
Two years later
Sitting on my bed
The man i disagreed with
The man i married
That day we met
Two years ago
I could see it in his eyes
He knew i needed somebody to hold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one this one is good