It's been too long
And I'm lost
Without you
What am I going to do
I've been sitting here

Thinking
Dreaming
Wanting
Because I miss you
I miss you

We were close friends
Did everything for one another
Now you're gone
And I'm Lost without you
Here and now
But I know I have to live
And make it somehow

I miss you
It hurts me
Everyday
It's hard to accept
That you're finally gone
So I won't

It'd be like one of those days
We go without seeing each other
I can understand why
God wanted wewe closer to him
And in my own special way

I upendo you
I miss you
I just want to thank you
For everything
Thank wewe for your smiles

Thank you...

I give wewe these verses so that if my name,
A vessel favored kwa a strong north wind,
Fortunately reaches the distant future's shore,
And some night sets the minds of men to dreaming,

Your memory, like fables shrouded in the past,
Will weary the reader like a dulcimer,
And kwa a mystical, brotherly bond
Remain suspended from my haughty verse;

Accurst being to whom, from the deep abysm
To the highest heaven, nothing responds, save me!
— O wewe who, like an ephemeral ghost,

Trample lightly and with a serene look
Upon the dull mortals who found wewe repugnant,
Jet eyed statue, tall Angel with a brow of bronze!...

Under the Mirabeau Bridge there flows the Seine
Must I recall
Our loves recall how then
After each sorrow joy came back again

Let night come on bells end the day
The days go kwa me still I stay

Hands joined and face to face let’s stay just so
While underneath
The bridge of our arms shall go
Weary of endless looks the river’s flow

Let night come on bells end the day
The days go kwa me still I stay

All upendo goes kwa as water to the sea
All upendo goes by
How slow life seems to me
How violent the hope of upendo can be

Let night come on bells end the day
The days go kwa me still I stay

The days the weeks pass kwa beyond...

The Monogram

by Odysseas Elytis

I will always mournhear me?for you, alone, in Paradise.

I

Fate, like a switchman, will turn
Elsewhere the lines of the palm
Time will concede for one moment

How else, since man loves and is loved

The heavens will perform our insides
And innocence will strike the world
With the scythe of deaths blackness.

II

I mourn the sun and I mourn the time that comes
Without us and I sing of others whove passed
If this is true

The bodies addressed and boats sweetly gliding by
The guitars that flicker under the waters
The believe me and the dont
One in the air and one in the music

The two small...