(dedicated to Ms. Rachel Ann Butler, a poet friend at poemhunter)
I knew how one can yearn
so terribly for love
I felt so bad for her
that she burst out crying
she was sitting on cold floor
with a gloomy look on her face
she stared at me carefully
she was trying to figure out
she was alone and confused
she looked as if she were hopeless
Are you feeling fine, dear? , I said
I don't want to give up, she replied
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey dear its a really nice poem...