Yes, I know,
It was inevitable.
Even though,
We love each other,
We know,
We really, must soon go.
So, we'll part our ways,
And lives our lives alone.
You feel at ease on a mountain top,
But I prefer a sandy beach.
You like the mountain air,
I prefer a salty breeze.
And so it is, that you must go,
Where tall trees grow and rivers flow.
And I in turn, will go my way,
Where seagulls soar over a sunlit bay.
Perhaps, someday, we'll meet again,
And talk of happy times.
Where salty breezes sway tall trees...
And the mountains meet the sea.
-Written by Dee Daffodil (H.W, July 6,1982)
I have known such wistful longing... of facing the inevitable. I like this poem, Dee. dan
Loved the flow and rhythm here Dee, a tale of love divided, two viewpoints clearly seen. Kind regards, Justine.
Hi Dee. Theres always a chance of meeting again werever it may be. Thanks for the read Regards Dave T
A little bit of wistfulness in facing the truth, this is a graceful write. The final lines provide the perfect end/beginning... Esther: ]
wow...this is your best so far...diehard romantic...thats dee daffodil...just like your name...lovely...love..nalini
very romantic. i was reading some other poems you've written, i like them a lot. you're a great poet. leo
What a romantic poem. Even if it is sad......the romance is very powerful and you can't help but root for these lovers. Another beautiful poem! Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dee, an amazing poem with a beautiful ending! Well done! ! Brian