For those who find themselves alone
throughout the day are melancholy...
They have no love to share with another
Their hearts are vacant…absent is such folly
Beautiful expressions of love remain unspoken
A dozen of red roses are still at the florist's shop
Unresponsive to the words… 'Darling, I love you'
The sickening silence is deafening… make it stop
2/14/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem