Every day

Every single night when I go to bed
I fall asleep with image in my head.
I dream that you’re lying here next to me
holding me tight, hugging and kissing me.
Again I can feel your lips on the mine
as real as that time when I felt so fine.
I guess I’m smiling blissfully in sleep.
I think of you instead of counting sheep.

Every morning I wake up with such dreams.
That I’ve slept in your arms, that’s how it seems.
I begin my day with the same feeling,
but it’s only quilt whom I am hugging.
Pitifully, when I open my eyes,
what a sorrowful truth I realise.
I’m lying alone in cold empty bed.
From time to time this makes my pillow wet.

Every day from dawn till dusk, at night too,
million times a day I think about you.
I catch myself thinking of what we had,
those nice moments always stay in my head.
I’ll ever keep them in my heart and then
I live it all still again and again.
Remembering whiles we spent together
in love makes my sick heart feel bit better.

Every time when I see your face, there are
many questions I can’t answer so far.
I ask myself: What do I see on you?
What’s the cause? Why can’t I still forget you?
Why, please, why do I still love you so much?
And why the hell do I miss you so much?
No matter how much I try to find it,
I’m desperate because I still don’t know it.

Every day, almost, I want to write you,
I wish to tell you how much I miss you.
But I mustn’t because you don’t like it.
I would only tease you if I did it.
It pains when I see other girls with you.
Therefore I must keep far away from you.
It’s unbelievably difficult to
live with knowledge I’ll never be with you.

Every day I persuade myself that
loving you ain’t good idea, it’s bad
cause as you’ve said, you will never love me.
So I tell myself you’re not worth of me,
that it’s much better when I’m without you,
cause breaking my heart, that’s all you might do.
But I can’t believe it although I know
that your love lasts as long as April snow.