When life becomes prosaic
And everything personifies gloom,
When small thorns appear as maladies
And big walls as catastrophies.
When walking through that gate becomes so mundane
You hope to never come back again.
Then close your eyes and look into your heart
For there u’ll find a room
Filled with love and care of your beloved
Who’ll tell you hold on love, I’ll be back soon
Live your life for your love, for that’s the way to be
Hoping for a better tomorrow which surely will be
“Patience Pays”……………..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Ratique. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.