Every now and then
You hammer my brain.
You ask for my identity;
And swear to follow me
To the edge of eternity;
You are young
And steeped in raw promises;
I hide myself in my cote
And make unbelievable excuses.
You stand like a minaret
I, a grain of slippery sand;
I place you in my heart
Sans a foe, sans a friend;
My heart has mellowed
And yours' is at its prime;
Only a chapter is left for me
As I turn the pages of time.
May be, for me
Tomorrow's Sun does not rise.
Promise, in the next birth
You will be my prize.
(You will be my prize) ... feelings of strong faith are confidently expressed. :)
'Sadly I'm Yours' poem very well crafted '...Promise, in the next birth/You will be my prize.'...finish is optimistic as true love never perishes Tenner Regards ~ niv PA Please comment on my poem 'Why Hack My She' n
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem....specially finishing 4 lines are excellent!