This day has been dragging,
My heart won't stop nagging,
Anxious for night to appear;
Now the moon's on my pillow,
And that old weeping willow
Smiles as the wind dries its tears
Conflicting emotions
Rise and fall like the oceans,
I'm singing his name like a hymn;
And as I lay here waiting,
Wildly anticipating,
He comes to me, soft as the wind
And the thrill in my heart
Orders gloom to depart,
Sadness leaves to find a new home;
With the happiness I feel,
The pain starts to heal,
And I'm left with joy I've never known
You love me, yes, you've said it!
O, my love, I won't forget it,
Heaven's dictate we dare not rescind;
Then the heavenly throng
Bursts forth into song,
And you come to me, soft as the wind
This is indeed a lovely poem and I like your rhyming scheme. Read mine – O Dearest Love – Adeline
Another sweet poem! 'You come to me soft as the wind'! Even from this far, I can feel his coming! Lovely imageries! !
So happy to come across your poems. Memory of love is deeper than love itself. You create a sketch that is spell binding. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now the moon's on my pillow, And that old weeping willow Smiles as the wind dries its tears your magic wand, Lora, of crafting imageries, is a ceaseless wonder!