Sometimes I'm wondering
what you would do,
if I would go somewhere
without telling you.
Without even telling
the reason I'd gone,
just hiding the truth,
like clouds hiding the sun.
Yet most times I wonder
why I'm trying to
imagine me living
a life without you.
For only the thought
of you being away,
hurts more than a heartbreak,
and therefore I stay.
Because of all feelings
I feel, this one's true:
There's no one I love
as much as I love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Sweet, Walter, sweet. Regards, Gina.