After we met for the last time,
Sarah,
You never entered into my dreams
The meanings you found in my words
Are no more useful to convince
How divine was my love for you
When words are failed to
Reveal my heart to you
And love itself is lost
How can I say that?
Once you were my dream!
The reason is not with you
Not even with me
It’s something to be uncovered
And it is no more valid
I confess now, my Sarah,
I cannot bring you any happiness
Nor I can take you to the heavenly life
I’m filled with sorrows,
I’m extracted from the world
A hopeless soul is mine
And the fault is my life
Oh, Sarah,
You belongs the noble
You deserve the finest
After we met for the last time
Oh Sarah, the kissess I brought to you
And returned untouched
Are still kept in my heart
Remember me not anymore;
The memories also can
Hurt a lot!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very passionate indeed xD Women are like roses, right eh? Because they look beautiful and their fragrance is luring, but then sometimes they can hurt like the thorns on a rose. It is a very sad feeling to get hurt by one creature. Well penned, Jake