I lie in bed awake, with the thought of Losing you;
Til' all my sanity goes away, and I'm not sure what to do;
My friends tell me I should move on, that you're no good for me;
And now it seems that all I want, is everything we used to be;
So until I can see your face, and kiss your lips once again;
The only thing I have left to say, is I love and miss my man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem