Missing Is Bitter

Long long ago,
we were there,
side by side,
held each other,
whispers echoed on,
in the rain,
in the wind,
in the woods,
under the stars.

You told me,
you fell in.
Me fell too.
Finally had to
we run away,
far far away,
long long long.
But me knew,
you, the one,
maybe the only,
in the world
for this life,
me would love.
Me remebered forever
in the heart
from then on.
But me tried,
time by time,
way by way,
to forget you,
drive you out.
But me failed.
Me had to
leave a room
in the bottom
of my heart.

Me often recall
all the things.
But did not
tell a word.
One sudden day,
from the air
me heard words
that thrilled me.
Who made those
so thrilled me?
Heart to soul.
Who made those
so shocked me?
Head to toes.
Who made those
so exploded me?
From every cell.
Who made those
so comforted me?
Deep in soul.
Who made those
so attracted me?
Fingers to eyes.

Thrills and shocks
filled me through...
but still strong,
pretended to be.
Me determined to
find out who.
This was what
me came for.

As me know,
nobody else can
make those things
on to me.
Me also wonder
if there is.
How me hope
that is you.
Me also fear
that is you.
Shock and fear,
fear and shock.
What is bitter,
now me know.

Where are you?
Me is bitter.
How are you?
Me is bitter.
What is bitter,
now me know.

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