I call your name in the night
Hoping, mercy will be granted on this soul
And you will come to me.
I call your name in the night
All I hear is the whisper of the wind.
And you still don’t come to me.
I call your name in the night
All I see is the moonlight
And you still don’t come to me.
I call your name in the night
All I taste are the almonds from Aphrodite’s presence
And you still don’t come to me.
I call your name in the night
All I smell are the fresh roses
And you still don’t come to me.
I call your name in the night
All I feel is the emptiness your absence has banished me to
And you still don’t come to me.
I call your name in the night
Until my senses became numb
And faded away
You still don’t come to me!
For whoms name is it do you call, or does he have a name at ll? If this question that you have ask, then he whom you call will come at last.
And then I start to wonder if that person will ever come. I like this poem; it's memorable, and a keen topic, the feeling of being dissapointed and you can't even be angry about it. Xs and Os
I know, but trust me the wait... is worth it... it took me about 11 years... and that person, although i met them, its still a work in progress, it made all the difference.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Alejandra. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.