Today, along with yesterday I still loved you.
Tomorrow along with next week I'll always love you.
Now as I sit here, my heart beats for you,
How is one who loves so much,
Ever suppose to know what to do?
I want to call you so very much,
But, stop cause I have to much pride.
I wait to hear the phone ring just to know your alive.
What I want is to love you one more time,
To touch your hand and know that you will always be mine.
Many hours I have thought about what we may have had,
And will always believe in my heart,
Love is what we had.
Now until later, and even when I lie in bed.
You are the love of my heart and the Soul I shall never have.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem