Thoughts of you long for your presence.
In absence,
You are missed.
And these lonely nights don't do justice.
What can I name your anger?
For with it, laughter is in drought.
Happiness is forgotten.
Sadness is summoned.
Will you forgive me for my idleness?
For you, I can only miss.
My right to love has been taken.
In your memories, I hope my love isn't forgotten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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