Dear love,
where are you?
when will you come to me?
when will i ever see your pretty face once more?
The pot is still as clean as you left it,
the bed sheet is still ruffled as you slept in it,
outside on the balcony i will wait,
and i pray to God that you are not late,
i miss you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So heartfelt and descriptive lovely flow. Great write!