Missing

Евгения Кондратьева
I miss you, my beloved.
It’s raining more and more,
The sky’s becoming darker,
The wind… It hits my door.

At nights I often see you,
Just stand and look at me
And I don’t want to leave you
As far as it can be.

I miss you and I’m crying,
I wrote the letter but
It isn’t worth denying
My illness and my love.

My cheeks are wet with tears,
My mind’s full with you.
I miss you, my sweet dears…
I really hope you too.

13.06.2007