I LİKE WRİTE POEMS.THİS POEM İS PATHETİC!

NOW WİTH TREMBLİNG HANDS

The nights are cold and quiet
I was alone and without
The ordeal of attracting ends
Life was uninhabitable.

Happy days that we're together
Now I remember one at a time
Color of her eyes, wet lips
Overflowing with love gaze.

I would not smile because of missing
Happiness was read from the eyes
You were so very cheerful, so many were sweet
Cheerful state where they are now, where are you?

Longed to memories, to love, to be loved
While it is possible that you would not if I
With pain, grief alone would together with
Volunteers would be miserable moaning.

Now with trembling hands, old eyes
You'll come a day I wait for you.