You never sang me love songs, never did give any flowers
although we've been married just about forty-three years
now.
An emptiness hidden inside where tears are always falling
into empty feelings of a love that never really was, not
ever existing in a real unconditional love.
A love that's always been dreamed of, but it never did be-
come a reality in our lives for some reason, guess you were
too selfish and I was too giving, being taken advantage of.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A love that's always been dreamed we may get with fullness or we may get with emptiness. This poem is interestingly penned. A great visionary poem is well penned...10