At last it has happened, with my heart tired and worn,
True sorrow is felt, salty tears are the form.
My hands and lips quiver, of the pain from this thorn.
How could this go on to awake on such a morn?
And here come the questions, out of my mind they pour,
'How could this happen? You promised, you swore.'
My hands cover my face, forgetting what I cry for.
'Is it true that we, will be we no more? '
My love was suppressed, by your bold uncertain force.
Now I must wonder, 'Do you even feel remorse? '
You came in heroic, on a white horse.
'What happened to you? ', 'Why change your course? '
My heart is breaking, bursting right inside my chest.
Soon I'll hear sound, now, my emotions compressed.
I'm lost in desperation, falling short with breaths.
Pleading, 'Come back to love me, I gave you all my best.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a goodie, to be sure. Your emotions evident and clear and shared deeply by me. Smoothly and descriptively inviting, yet sad, of course. My best, Carol