Hear, My Love, 
Hear me once again.
Cause, a poem, 
I'll make again.
How do I end My day? 
That's a question
I'm willing to weigh.
I sleep, 
I dream, 
I awake, 
that's my cycle
of ending a day.
When the moonlight comes, 
I shed a tear, 
For there I know
your not here.
Another Day, 
has gone by
that you
were never mine.
The Sound of Misery, 
passes me by, 
for there only, 
I can Cry.
How do I end My Day? 
That's a question, 
I can never break.
The end is just beginning of another day.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem