there is really nothing
in you
if you were a basket
you are empty
if you are the night
you have no stars
if you were a pocket
there is no cent in there
but there is something
amazing
someone loves you
someone misses you
there is no beauty in
you, there is no talent
there is no song
no poem at all but
someone loves you
someone misses you
in fact two: I and
God, ever loving.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem