You told me to get out and never to,
show my face again;
I stood near your gate,
behind the huge croton plant;
not showing my face.
I waited there
Clutching my heart beating wildly,
to have a glimpse of you.
I watched the window of your room open
and the curtains began;
to slide slowly from one corner.
There was 'YOU' standing,
Looking towards the gate,
Looking lovely as ever.
That warm feeling rushed all over me once again.
I knew you would come,
With a frown upon,
Your face making,
You look ever more lovely,
I saw you walking towards the gate discreetly.
I edged away,
Wanting to surprise you,
But you surprised me,
For, instead of anger,
There was something else in your eyes.
You looked at me,
With a flicker of smile on your lips,
Taking my hands in yours,
You whispered in to my ears:
'I AM SORRY'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem