One was afraid
That the other one would leave
Too good to be true
I thought of you
And you thought of me
Yes, it was all but
Self fulfilling prophecy
Who left whom?
Was it me leaving you?
Or did you leave me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is a spiritual experience that affects us profoundly. It can be whimsical and temperamental, coming unannounced and may leave without warning. A well articulated piece of poetry nicely penned. Thanks for sharing Joanna and do remain blessed.