Your generous help,
like the torch in the dark,
direct many betrayed boys and girls.
Now,
we heard
you fingers tremble,
your face turns pale.
All
are atrributed from your weak heart
and severe cold.
Please,
accept our blessing,
from all over the world
let our love
light your road
to defeat the devil illness
on that way
my friend,
you are not alone.
When you are ill,
our sun goes under a cloud.
Your presence in our lives
is such a bright joy
that everything seems in shadow
when you’re not here.
When you aren’t feeling well,
we feel the lack
of your glowing energy
and contagious vitality.
When you are sick
we feel incomplete,
like a jigsaw puzzle
with a missing piece;
Please rest,
take good care of yourself,
and feel better.
We miss you
and want you back.
Kitos have never been absent for so long… We miss you very much Kitos and long for your return… We’ll keep praying and you’ll recover… Come back with us… Miss you. @ Daniel: A nice and lovely poem ^^