At the end of the week
when i see your sweet face
i realize i love you
and it makes my heart race
With smiles and laughter
with a love i can't hide
i'll curl up beside you
and cling to your side
Wrapped up in your arms
or embraced with a kiss
i can't seem to show you
how much you were missed
Each night that i'm with you
and can look in your eyes
lonely memories are thought of
then each swiftly dies
But at the very end
with that parting remark
i look forward to next time
and the week's not so dark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem