I've been in a positive frenzy
remembering your dark eyes
and your wet hair in the summer evening rain.
I'd like to say you haven't hurt me,
I can dust myself off and remain the same;
but why should I try to convince myself
of half truths and flagrant lies?
If goodbye and separation
were Mozart and Beethoven,
I'd be a master musician
in the London Philharmonic Orchestra.
If loneliness were a virtue, dear lady,
you've rendered me a saint.
In ancient parties I thought I long forgot,
I saw your girlfriends kiss your hands.
Now, I want nothing more than
to be one of them.
5: 14AM 11-26-2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A creative poem of mixed feelings, but very appealing. I like the dramatic parts in it too. Kudos for the poetic mixture of freeverseandrhyme scheme. Nice to read from your pen again, I hope u will too my latest titled Ashura.