Fields of green, patches of red, rays of gold, and splashes of blue
Lively colors, and it feels true…they’re no good If I don’t have you
Faint sweet breeze and the smell of fresh grass, Lord It felt divine…
Heard you whisper a name, but I’m heartbroken because it’s not mine
Rolling thunder, crashing of waves, and the roaring of fire in a blaze
There’s not a moment in time I didn’t drown from that soulful gaze
How tragic to see and feel something genuine…someone really dear
Believe a connection between two special souls drawn utterly near
With passionate kisses and timeless harmony, the sweet irony of it all,
When amidst two beating hearts there exists the dreaded fear to fall…
For one another since It’s not meant to be and both have no clue,
Of the fateful day their paths will cross and discover something new
Unfortunate, the encounter of these two different beings; such sick pun.
One had an oath to keep; the other born with sadness second to none.
Dark skies, stormy gray mist, pitch black darkness on a quiet night…
One has to let go, and One must have the courage to seek the light
As Life’s palettes change so often to commiserate with how one feels…
Solace for ill-fated souls, token for haunting memoirs once painfully real
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem