I sit here, sad and lonely, <br />speaking to the sea. <br />As it's kindly listening to me, <br />in this little house that's empty. <br /> <br />Am I lost to be here? <br />To be in a little house before the sea. <br />As quiet as it might be, <br />beautified by tranquility. <br /> <br />Swallow flies above me, <br />Sunset is in front of me, <br />But you're not here beside of me, <br />this little house remains still incomplete. <br /> <br />In this little house, <br />I wish you come home, <br />I've been tired and lonesome. <br />I've stared at the sea for so long and long. <br /> <br />I sit here again, quiet and lonely. <br />I've been thinking thoughtfully. <br />From this little house, I see and see, <br />far off the sea, there's you, <br />and me..<br /><br />kite remedy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cybil/
