Sometimes it was a swing of my mood,
Manic or happy when things were good.
You could bring me back around to yours,
Our night's would then be again right.
I know in past lives you were like me,
And I was like you that's how we met.
But if one or the other leave life to early,
or live to late what would we then do?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem