You'll find me sitting under a whistle tree I will be waiting for you my love and all the times I sit under there my heart fades slowly more...
I wish and I wish you would come to see me my heart reaches to you,
and all you do is throw it away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very sweet little write Nelly - I would prefer to see it split into separate lines though (just my own personal opinion) .