Dear love,
where are you?
when will you come to me?
when will i ever see your pretty face once more?
The pot is still as clean as you left it,
the bed sheet is still ruffled as you slept in it,
outside on the balcony i will wait,
and i pray to God that you are not late,
i miss you.
umoh cyril
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-is-my-love-8/
