Still dream of you doing what we do best
Still think of you, will you ever come back
But now it's late
Time is flying and I have to fly with her to a place I know not but
follow her as just fair or out of fear if you like.
I still think of you, my darling my past
Still think of you the fun we had with memories come back
But it's late and I have to go
For she's waiting at the bank where we first met.
I am here but you re late, a reality I must face
The birds are waiting the chill is calling
Where are you my darling
Everything seem perfect but not so without you
I still think of you but don't know if you still do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem