Darling, Not Mine - Poem by TheSilent Loudness
It seems a sandless hourglass runs
When near time till you and me, to us
Till where you lay and think my thoughts
And speak to me 'forget-me-nots'
To say to you what I have lost
Whenever asked your name I boast
Though yours is not my hand to hold
Even in gold, you're worth the most
My darling, sweetheart, mon seule chéri
Thoughts never could imagine a brighter dream
Than when I'm your own, mon seule chéri
Comments about Darling, Not Mine by TheSilent Loudness
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.