Sitting here all alone
With mind running riot and reminiscing
About good old days
Wishing you were next me
Listening to your stories
Feeling your touch
Kissing your lips
And so on and so forth
And to tell you the truth
My hands miss the feel of your hips
Laying at the corner of our couch
Me and you with no stress or worries
Me in you and you in me
I will visit your grave in sunny days
And I will bring you flowers with meaning
As a symbol of love you have shown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem