When you're alone in your bed
And the moon casts its light
On the pillow where your head
Rests without love tonight
The sheets cold and stark
Your blanket rough and thin
You try to will yourself to sleep
Before the loneliness sets in
The hours pass like days
As you lie awake and stare
At the pillow next to yours
And wonder why love isn't there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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