And I,
The traitor that I am
Have not a promise kept,
Nor have the birds flown backwards
Nor have the statues wept.
And I,
The devil that I am
Have not much more to give,
Nor can I offer kindness
Nor can I let this live.
And you,
The one eyed love,
Have not a promise kept
Nor has the clock spun backwards
Nor have I wept as yet.
But I,
With you and all my love,
Have a little heart that’s left
That you have not yet taken
That you have yet to get.
And I,
The beggar that I am
Am no more saint than soldier
But begged for what I dreamt
The love I thought you were.
A delightful lilting poem, with a little old fashioned tinge to it. Lovely read and a really nice write. Enjoyed it immensely. Love Ernestine XXX
Love given but not return to met its fullest... a splendid heart felt read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is poem is genuinely captivating. Its fit to burst with heart and eloquence. Regards