Today I look at the sky above
And only this could be it's love
It falls so softly upon the suface
It's the only thing that dare not hurt us
Most of them just don't see
Just how beautiful your love can be
It's such a thought to think
That this is a gift, just for me
I wonder why
Such the perfect gift is when you cry
But in a way I guess I can relate
It seems to make them happy, I must show pain
Most of them just don't see
Just how beautiful you are to me
It's getting harder just to breath
I feel myself shaking, please, please don't leave
I've fallen to the ground, the only feeling, alone
Don't do this to me, the pieces I shall hold
I reach to you and try to feel
The very last dropp of your love, Is it real
I can't see you, I can't feel you
Most of them just don't see
Just how beautiful your love can be
until it's gone
-Jessica Pumphrey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem