Without You Poem by John Florio

What to say how I am going on,
With this life without you;
Crying over the eternal bond,
Dried as the morning dew.

Every split of second is gone by,
With the broken memory;
The past is flickering in my eyes,
Being an immortal story.

Days are long; nights are endless,
Even dreams are horrible;
I want to get rid of being restless,
But it seems impossible.

Everything is obliterated in love,
Only the memories remain;
Was it written for me from above,
To be alive with all this pain.