Hear, My Love,
Hear me once again.
Cause, a poem,
I'll make again.
How do I end My day?
That's a question
I'm willing to weigh.
I sleep,
I dream,
I awake,
that's my cycle
of ending a day.
When the moonlight comes,
I shed a tear,
For there I know
your not here.
Another Day,
has gone by
that you
were never mine.
The Sound of Misery,
passes me by,
for there only,
I can Cry.
How do I end My Day?
That's a question,
I can never break.
The end is just beginning of another day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem