Gone just another four letter word
Left not the right word to leave
Right is what I am seeking
Behind me curls my nerve
Tears whipped on my sleeve
Are reminders that serve
That the love we shared was real
Please my love
Do not throw me to the curb
Like a disobedient dog
My life depends on you
All you do is my life
Such a loving wife
Never leave me
I sobbed.
Leave we must one fine day With no proper good byes said And the one left behind must cry and pray For our souls to be at peace and rest......... Good poem Sir and I welcome you to my page
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A compelling cry of companionship in the fragile forest of life!