I will paint the delicate petals,
of all the flowers in the world.
Telling you of how,
and why I fell in love with this girl.
She left, as quickly as she came.
My life, after, was never the same.
She showed me laughter, was a special gift.
But also, placed a curse, I could never lift.
She told me, If i showed her in a million ways.
Why I love her, It will be her heart she gladly gave.
I am perhaps a fool,
Perhaps I am cupids slave.
But I shall not rest, until I reach my grave.
upon the shores of the world,
I scrawled messages in the sand.
Of how this girl was beyond,
Any mortal woman or man.
The birds of the morning,
I persuaded all to tweet.
The name of the girl I loved.
A girl ever so sweet.
As I taught the clouds,
not to ever rain on her day.
A terrible, heart wrenching news.
Suddenly came my way.
She wrote, In a letter,
With a bitter taste.
'Forgive me, someone has taken your place'
Ah, but this curse you see.
Does not ever bend.
So for this love of mine,
I will fight till the bitter end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The whisper of a woman, is forever louder than the shout of a man. Some tongues cut instead of touch. I hope you're a fast healer. Lovely writing, I enjoyed it.