There are times when I can't think,
nights that I can't manage to dream
as my thoughts are moving so fast.
Far beyond my very own grip,
so far I don't waste my little time,
especially when they are all about you.
Sometimes I wonder if thinking
about you whom I love so much
will be like a call for you to come to me.
Other times I seem to wonder
when I will stop thinking about you
And finally have you within my arms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very sweet, and kind. the ending really grips you in. Sometimes are thoughts are worse when its of the one we love, even though we cant have them.