i wake up in the night from a nightmare.
I can't sleep, for me its not that rare
i think about the good times
walking down the path hand in hand,
walking barefoot in the sand
but thats all over, its in the past
would should have known it wouldnt last
i miss you alot but you cant tell
i guess im stuck under your spell
spell bounded me to read the poem...............well written........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Nicely Put, Sweet, Simple!