Sad day moves to a sad night like the painful crawl of a wounded animal.
Memories of your smile is a bright light keep me alive like a beacon
of a light house guiding a lonely ship which lost its way in a storm in a night.
Yet I feel like I cannot reach that light.
But does the poor men in the ship have a choice but to sail?
But to hope?
Did you know, Prometheus wait for his rescue
while chained in to a mountain,
while dying every day and coming back to life every night,
while his flesh is torn apart by eagles.
I'm not Prometheus my love, but yet I can wait, I still wait.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A well articulated love poem nicely penned with conviction. Comparing your hope and faith in waiting for your love with Prometheus unflinching hope and faith during his ordeal, to drive home your point is both appropriate and poetically remarkable. A nice piece indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.