Anguish (Title)
With every drop of rain
I sign your name.
For a love like this,
Could never come.
With every drop of blood,
I feel the pain.
Thou I know not it’s name.
Just the love that it has taken;
And the anguish that is to come.
As love lies bleeding.
Copyright © 2013 Deborah M. Hodgetts
Thank you Jesus James Llorico, your comment is greatly appreciated. Deborah M. Hodgetts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good depiction of tragedy in bliss of love, well articulated, nicely encapsulated, and insightfully penned in poetic diction with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Deborah. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.