He never bought her roses
Never said she was sweet
No gifts to delight her
No fine lines to greet
Never said the words he wanted to say
He loved his lover in strange own his way
No promise he gave her
For scare might they break
Though seldom they strolled near
The woods by the lake
Fought now and then at the time
When he missed her
In thoughts he would hug her
And sometimes he kissed her
In grasslands of lovers he was so naive
He loved his lover in strange own his way
He knew he was awful
But still he was thinking
Beneath the wane moon
He was slowly sinking
Seeking for answers why she was away
He loved his lover in strange own his way
He couldn't express his love like as if he was trapped inside himself, but his love went deep! A very original and poignant write!
Well when a strange person fall in love of course then become a strange lover, and dont complaint about strangeness because he always like that like people say accept it or dont do it...so thats good for stranger lover..just dont be odd maybe hahaha_Soul
Wow! his personality is rather different from the rest.Every person has his/her particular way to show love. Great Kanav!
So he loves her but does not believe in expressing it. Can we say his love is deep and sincere and he feels that words are just superficial? an emotional poem well-penned
nice and strange poem.....lyked it for its strangness......kp going....
Even though his love was strange beneath that exterior lied a love that was true. Some people really don't know how to express love. He only drove her away by not expressing that love. Love comes to us and we throw it all away. Please read my poem Love Scorned, Love Forlorned Enjoyed it.
sincerity of love demands only happiness of her/his beloved, nothing else..he is pure by heart in his love, may be... He knew he was awful But still he was thinking Beneath the wane moon He was slowly sinking Seeking for answers why she was away He loved his lover in strange own his way..heart rendered lines
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good one....everybody's way of loving is unique, this one though strange seems to be a true love