I sat on my own, the other night,
Lit some candles, not too bright.
Music on, but not too loud.
Far away from noise and crowd
Said, would you like to sit with me,
A glass of wine, or maybe three
just relax, enjoy the view.
No one else just us two
But, from the other room, received
“ I’d rather not, I’ll watch TV…”
Don’t know what I’ve said or done.
I try my best, to be The One
That she will always Love and Lust
But, It doesn’t work,
And that’s the Curse…
I love Her, why can’t She,
Take the time to talk with me,
Just sit down and unwind,
With that little glass of wine,
Chat and talk and reminisce
About family, friends,
Anything amiss?
But, that’s not fun,
That’s not TV…
And I can't compete
with that you see…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some times it is good to be on your own again. Depends on the relationship. nice write