I dare not say her name for fear that I'll
Become consumed by long forsaken woes,
Though maybe I've been happy for a while,
It has been years since last this dread arose.
Her charm and way of speaking have all gone;
My memory holds just a fading scene,
Her smiling face, which I must carry on
In waking dreams, it will stay ever green.
If I could see her once again, I know
It would not be the same as when we met -
Erosion of our youth through time would show
The choice to see her face would cause regret.
What one day gives an endless bound of bliss
May not the next as much as it is missed.
Don't say it! Sometimes it's better to write sonnets rather than re-engage with some loves. 'Tis safer and smarter. Nice job on the sonnet. Take care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well built poem and piercing thoughts. Good
Thank you, I appreciate it!