I think of you.
I dream of you.
I need you.
I want you.
I feel you.
I see you.
I smell you.
I hear you.
And now that you're not here,
I've realized I don't like you.
I love you.
I can feel your breath on my skin.
I can hear your voice in my head.
I can see your eyes gazing at me.
I can smell the scent of your skin.
I can imagine your heart,
beating in synch with mine,
I wish it was just you and me,
How it used to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad when that beat goes away.