I wrote it in a better time,
When I still felt my heart and soul.
The sonnet flowed in metered rhyme,
Each sound a tribute to the whole.
It was about a long, lost love,
Who died the day we were to wed.
In grief, I prayed to God above
To let me join her with the dead.
Instead, I was condemned to live
In lost and lonely misery.
And God - I never would forgive,
For taking her away from me.
A piece of paper and some ink,
I sold my poem for a drink.
love is pain. pain is love. what do we have left to do but to endure. keep on SusxGLx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True love.Love never dies.the departed soul kept you in good spirit with drink that was bought with the poem on her love that she dictated from heaven.All food belong to women.and even the planet. beautiful poem.