Lone is no longer a state
as rains pours down
lone is no longer my state
as love washed my frown
kisses upon my cheeks
blossomed my days n weeks
lend me a shoulder
as my days were getting colder
love is now my fevere
and to its heat i am a keeper
Well -it is great to see your poems again. Has lone turned to love? A happy write and I am happy for you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem, no longer lonely, no - one should be.