Now far apart, a question I’d pose,
Of what was, is and could ever be,
Besotted, beloved I’d hastily suppose,
For soon, hopefully, you’d see,
Uneasy, perturbed you’d often say,
Smitten, stricken and filled with glee,
Simply disclosed, already I may,
For soon, eventually, you’d see,
Denied chances then rarely arisen,
Passing moments, priced hefty such fee,
And this breadth now as broken,
For soon, sincerely, you’d see,
Given another as this chance,
Now forged, fashioned and meant to be,
I try so hard to bridge this distance,
For soon, vividly, you’d see,
Now is all that I’ve been given,
For at this moment, you’d see,
Desperate acts now made this certain,
Because you mean so much to me…
NICE! ... such expressive writing.. Keep it up... Keep writing.. Your really poetic.. :)
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I would like to translate this poem
wonderful words... whoever she is.... she really has struck you, hasn't she? ? .. hehe