Sparkling Sunday, glittering sunshine and
blue sky, supermarket trip for a newspaper,
my eye caught by an article about Philippine
prisoners dancing Michael Jackson, never
knew the YouTube events was real before
When I looked up, you were gone, looking
everywhere, saw you leaving, ran to catch
up, ‘Why didn’t you indicate you’re leaving
when I was distracted? ’ – Angry eyes and
angry face, accusation in reply ‘I did wait
a while - you always get distracted, shopping
becomes a one-man show’ - I felt humiliated,
hostilities opened again, in future I shall try
not to offend; yet some consideration will
help human relations, never would I act
That way when I love someone - would you?
If you would - if you do - I speak a different
language in which humiliation never
equates with love, love means
something else to me...
would you......... such passionate and very well composed........ love means something else to me........ very nice.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True and honest write.....10......Thanks for sharing your thoughts.. Sue