never thought I would have
a reason to count the hours and minutes
I look forward to every evening
knowing another day has ended
hold a picture of you
firmly in my mind
wish someone never invented
such a thing as 'time'
weeks pass
in slow motion
spoke softly to you in my sleep
as I tasted your skin
with my lips
when I awoke
I knew you really had been there
seeing a flower
you left in my hair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem