She took it for granted,
Until gone and missed.
So long the journey.
A yearning persisted.
Long buried treasures
To unspoken unknowns,
She dared ask;
Why?
Why was happiness so elusive?
The throat tightened;
The heart skipped a beat.
In happy and hard times,
Both hint of the same:
The radiant,
Spectral display.
Pointing the camera
On the object of focus,
She asked;
Why not love me immensely?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is a spiritual experience that appears whenever and wherever it pleases, it cannot be forced or influenced unduly. However, it can be nurtured with great care to sustain its bliss wherever it makes its appearance. A lovely piece of poetry nicely penned from the heart. Thanks for sharing Sybilasia. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.