The thought of you makes me weak.
Eases me, the way you touched me.
The thought of you makes me smile.
Your smile is so sweet, my love.
The thought of you keeps me longing you.
Without you, I am lost.
The thought of you is slowly killing me.
You left me with the very thought of you.
(04-15-07)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem