gone to the pain
a love so great so fast to wain
strengthened again and again
by the scratchings of a lonely pen
damned to suffer all night
to resume in the morning a fight
to get through a day so dreary
oh how it leaves me so weary
a great star bursting with love
only on the horizon my saving dove
in the form of a woman so deep
how in her arms i feel the need to weep
for my happiness fills me with such haste
all my sadness set aside like so much waste
heal me please for the day has taken
my soul which is now forsaken
dedicated to Arleah Myerson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem