i'm writing poem
this early morning for you,
the sun has not yet wake up
he is still hiding his face-
in his thick blanket
the gray clouds in the east
and the cold breeze in the morning
still wants to stay in Cebu
and play with me,
oh i feel really lonely
i don't wanna wake up
i don't wanna stand up
i still want to hug my pillow-
your love in this early morning
whose breath gives me the warmth
against this freezing loneliness
i miss you, i guess....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem