As I would like to sing
And so do I like to make a rhyme
About all those wonderful things
And love of endless times
Whenever I make a poem, it truly makes me grow
My disappointment in life easily seems slow
Every time I hear my favorite love song,
My lonely days will never be too long

At time when I’m still awake at night
All the pains in my heart remain; endless sorrow
Fills my eyes, soul and mind
All those time I think of you,
I remember…
Our poems…
Our songs…
Past moments of endless memories of you
And above all others… the love that I dreamt,
But never did become mine…