I miss you so much when you are around, 
But when you are gone relief takes over, 
Sometimes I wish I could just hear that sound, 
Your voice, but I'm afriad of it's owner.
I don't understand the way I'm thinking, 
I don't understand the way I'm feeling, 
But at times when you're around I'm sinking, 
So, now what? I feel that you are stealing...
Stealing away my thoughts, I'm so confused, 
I don't my heart unhappy or bruised.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
The confusion of this poem is pretty.