My feet have made me to follow my mind,
Where I thought I'll sweat for you sweetheart.
Work with my hands,
And sweat for a sweet life.
Yet I sweat, but the sweat never soothe my heart,
Instead is my heart that sweat.
My hands can't do the labour,
They were so used to hold you.
My eyes complain of the same fate.
Everything in me miss you.
My heart insisted, and have left me to be with you.
When you miss me,
just know I miss you too.
Maybe I should have kissed you before I left,
Or holding you perhaps would have made matters better.
I can't cope here,
I suppose your copy can help me do.
Only through you my heart can ease,
It's only you that my heart truly miss,
When you miss me,
just know I miss you too.
Never let anyone steal my love,
Your love will still belong to me when I come back.
The same dreams we share,
The same wishes we have,
And all the sentiments we have incommon,
will be celebrated upon that day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem