When i think of her
after she left my life
i think about how much
I miss her
i think about all the
fun times we had together
all the trips we went on
i miss everything about her
her great smile
the sparkle in her eyes
i miss the singing
to me every night.
i miss seeing her after
i get home from work
i miss the nights we
would go get dinner
as i set here thinking
all the things we did
as i set in her funral
i wish she was still here
and not in there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But was her name lose? H