Long ago, pride was abandoned,
A beggar I was from the start;
A drop of love, a flake of romance
Will sustain this starving heart
A flake of romance brings a blush
To the face of this wilting rose;
Praise my beauty, or write me a poem.....
Ah, well, you know how that goes
For God's sake, show a little pity,
You can just pretend you care;
Just a drop of love is all I ask,
Have you not a drop to spare?
I'll stand beneath your window,
I'll wait in your musty hall,
I'll even lay beneath your table
And catch the crumbs that fall
Long ago, pride was abandoned,
A poor beggar I became;
I never was any good at love,
I have only myself to blame
dear Lora begging can only go o so long. a heart needs to be loved in return. very touching poem
I'll even lay beneath your table And catch the crumbs that fall we are humbled in love. just a little care serves our starving heart. you ink it so beautifully, Lora.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I never was any good at love, I have only myself to blame ' No, your writings never say that. Your heart is full of love, anyone who reads your poem is overwhelmed with love and compassion.