Ophelia Poem by Eman Awad

Will i suffer more or your ignorance and absence,
will i wilt away trying to shorten that distance?
I'm getting soar at heart and pale at face,
wishing to regain a moment in your warm embrace.
Will i wander off like if i'm mad,
searching for you so cold and sad?

will i be your Ophelia, my love? ?

I gather you roses and you come empty handed,
i'll be in more agony if you took me for granted.
I write you letters and poems of love and affection,
still far like your wind never come in my direction.
I get lost in tears of yearning,
and all my leaves are falling and burning.

will i be your Ophelia, my love? ?

I'd give my life away if it's the price,
to be with you, i'll die twice, i'll die thrice.
I'd do my master scene and die quietly off stage,
so smile now, my love, open your book and tare my page.
And if i had the choice i'd do it again,
i'd suffer your lunacy though you're sane.

will i be your Ophelia, my love? ?

Though you took away the precious of all i had,
you've killed my hope, and pretended to be mad.
You've pushed me aside, seeking your aim,
i thought i'm your world but i'm your game.
I spread roses, love and smiles over the land you pace,
i lose sanity and die for the sake of being in your place.

I accept to be your ophelia, my love,
it's the least i can bare for your love.