When you first met her
seemed she was for you made
your wait was now over
time had come to go ahead!
Most beautiful girl was she
for holding hand and walk
she was heavenly
was yours by good luck!
How those times flew
with her on windy sail
before you knew her well
she had grown too stale!
She wasn't all that nice
you didn't understand
what made you pay the price
to love her ask her hand!
It started with a tiff
then frequent quarrel
soon you reached the cliff
time with her was hell!
From her you grew aloof
she wasn't for you made
being under the same roof
burned fire in your head!
Soon you parted way
for you had strayed far
rued that goddamn day
when you fell in love with her!
Can you tell me why
love dies we part our way
once more we don't try
to love her like first day!
Very well expressed. You hit the nail on the head. It doesn't always become bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad story that affects so many people. But this is life, sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet.