Without me

Михаил Амбражевич
How are you without me?
Why are you sad, my friend?
I wish to always see thee.
In the deep of your eyes, I descend.

You are so distant, it's the fee.
The price we pay for love and pain.
For the bitter words we set free.
Our hearts, torn and in disdain.

Our love is without extreme,
like the sea. we will meet again. 
And the tree of love turns green. 
Souls will merge, bye, dull pain.