The one I miss, 
is miles away from my kiss, 
but what kind of love is this, 
filled with unloyalty and bliss.
The one I miss
is over the edge from the cannabis, 
but my love for her I can not dismiss, 
like the first book of the bible Genesis.
Emotions taken for granted, 
your trust is all i ever wanted, 
though it can't be gained by a french kiss, 
at the end of the day your still the one i miss.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    