The silence at night reminds her of all she lost
Sometimes love comes with a terrible cost.
She has travelled a long hard road since she said “I do”
When she sold her first kiss to the man who turned her face into a riot scene
And vanished her soul for the pursuit of a love past due.
The same man that once swore “for better for worse” now live next town
He moved on so fast and now married to another lady
She suffers in silence everyday
An illness that would not go away.
Love can sometimes be magic
But magic can sometimes just be an illusion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem unfolds the betrayal of a man and the torture and pain suffered by the lady at the receiving end. A very poignant poem indeed. Thanks. She suffers in silence everyday An illness that would not go away.
yes! thank you