When you’re near, I
can feel you. I get the
shivers, which I
knew....that you were
there.
When I cry, because you
were gone, then you were
close by.
Not knowing who you were
at first, I thought you were
a jerk. But which I got to
know you, you weren’t that
bad of a guy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem