The silence is flooding my ears.
Your absence is feeding my fears.
I've never quite known
if my feelings have shown
as I've loved you throughout the years.
Do you know I still feel as I did?
The same way as when I was a kid.
I still worry you'll leave
while I'm left here to grieve.
Of these feelings how do I get rid?
Will I always feel I'm not enough
even though I pretend I'm so tough?
If you love me, you know
that I don't let things show
and then sometimes I get pretty rough.
Just give me the time that I need.
Don't ask things of me out of greed.
I will do what I can.
You are my only man.
Consider me your daily 'good deed'.
The payoff will be the best part
cause you've stuck with me right from the start.
In the end it will be
just you and me
so be patient, you still have my heart.
At last Mary 'classic' poetic form! No matter that iti as Limerick. You are up another notch in my estimation. Good on ya
Yes Mary, this is you and it's all good. You may believe it yourself one day. There are a few tiny stumbles that you could look at but perhaps perfection would detract. H
I hope a very fortunate man appreciates these lovely thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
At last Mary true poetic form. No matter that it's limeric form which is frequently the form of hunorouss doggerel. This in't. You have invested it with the accolade of high order poetry. Well done