Loneliness I treat with contempt.
How I wish it would flee.
Perhaps it would go,
If you were here with me?
With nostalgia I gaze into oblivion.
How I feel so very blue.
Perhaps feelings would go,
If I were there with you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
all hearts seek that special one to walk with on the twisted cold dark path of life and in time this shall happen and until that magic poem this beautiful poem helps