Joy Lovelet Crawford (December 8th 1963 / Montego Bay, St. James, Jamaica. W.I)
How am I suppose to live without you
How am I suppose to carry on after living with you so long
I started to cry but it was too late, but I couldn’t lie
Don’t you realize I’ll love you tomorrow, happiness is love, finding comfort?
At times I wonder why I try
Does a flower die on losing a petal, does a man die on losing a limb
Does a love die ……?
How can man love today and on the morrow be as distant as the horizon?
You have been the cool running stream to my thirst for water
You are the light of my life, I did my best but I guess it wasn’t good enough
Just once may we figure out what we were doing wrong to let the magic last for a long while?
Silly of me to think I could ever have you for my guy, but how I love you
How could you know all the things I do were done for you
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