where is she that knows my mind so well
one in the same in this lonely hell
marks for the con-men, the pawns, the shells
played by ignorance right into this cell
i wonder where in the world could be
such a sight as me and she
perfect lovers meant to be
once were two... but now it seems three
the talk never came, put off another day
just another chance to betray
that's always been the way
if only you'd've talked to me, it coulda been okay
where are the signs saying it'll be all right
one and the same in this lonely night
mark the concern of her pathetic plight
played my ignorance, but it'll be all right
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are good with this rare form of rhyming, I'm impressed as a rhythm and rhyme poet myself. I hope you will compare your work to mine. Anyway, you also know the importance of the beginning. That's impressive as well. Nicely done. Greenwolfe 1962