We fell in love too early it seemed,
The odds were against us.
The world; cruel and mean,
Just as we found each other,
And yet all we had to do was wait.
The splitting of our paths,
Was something we could anticipate.
Now I have to conjure,
The thought in my mind,
The horrible prospect,
Of someone else you will find.
But these fears are not founded,
on our love's reality.
We must keep our worries grounded,
and as such our love is free.
Facts torment us like paper cuts to the lungs,
They attempt to strangle a little bird,
Keep her song unsung.
But escape probability we have in every way,
And maybe if we're lucky,
This love can live to see another day.
Very hopeful ending to your poem, Sabrina. Here's hoping your love works out!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful depiction of the strains and pressures which are brought to bear on commuter or long distance relationships, well articulated and nicely penned in poetic diction with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Sabrina. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.