tonight you speak so lovely to me,
tomorrow it will be just a dream
and what might that be, she asked
it will be a dream I thought I heard
through long distance
bytes of text space
that I thought I read...but really just dreamed
and I dreamed even further still
of happiness and home
and when might that be, she asked
it will happen, in a time and place
of the future yet unknown
and I let my heart wither
this love, that caused me to break
and why might that be, she asked
because you dream of someone else
someone that isnt me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely poem...smooth reading...simple and easy grasp but deep emotions.