Tears of fears like the ocean flow
Dropping down the bowl of my eyes
Like a raging storm-yet
Expressed in silence
To whom shall I cling for a cuddle?
Who my shoulder shall become? For
Apart my heart is been rendered, yet
I dare not wail aloud- but
In silence express my tears.
Lo my fears drooping my spirit
For she whom I love
Resting upon her bossom the desires of my heart. But
Now, another in her life is come.
Those words of assurance gave she me,
And her ways so pure I understand-
Determined for love; her confusion,
And to her decision my fear,
Of what it'd be.
Yea! To consolation the sound of my tears.
For the way of love difficult to express-that
When that which thou holdeth firm goeth-let go
And when to thee cometh back,
Beeth thine forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes our silent tears, are the most painful ones that we render. Great poem.