Casualties of love:
The broken heart,
The weary soul that sinks,
The formerly happy rhythms
Of a positive life
Turning slow and morose.
If a friend
Mentions he saw you
And says her face is thin
And the brightness
Of her eyes
Has faded
Into tears of regret,
My own sadness
Will become intense.
One day,
We’ll meet
Simply for tea,
And I’ll bring you flowers.
One day, We’ll meet Simply for tea, And I’ll bring you flowers. Simply beautiful! I wish I could have written these lines..........10/10. Regards Naseer
Lovely write...your last lines are your best lines.10/10. Kind regards, Sandra
I hate relating too closely with such awesome poetry Uriah! and then bursting into happy tears with the last stanza, is just too much...You are romance... smiling at you Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely and thoughtful indeed! 10+