There is a fire inside
Which consumes all.
A hurting within,
Prelude to the fall.
I love her.
But is she all?
Crying tears of doubt.
Shouting words of pain.
Silence.
Forever after wondering.
Were the tears more important
Than the words?
Never knowing,
But always recalling.
A time crushed by words,
Yet crystallized with tears.
Wonderful I can see and read the love in this and the confusion as well, a great poem thanks
u make it sound so poetic and indeed it is! amazing and marvelous write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ahaaaaaaaaaaa so beautiful those tears that fell--- pearls you droppppppppp lovely A+++ and 10++ anjali