Here I am again sitting here with nothing to do
My mind begins to wonder where I wish it dare not go
To an absent past of me and you
My soul’s forbidden fruit I know
But this does not stop my stubborn mind
I begin to wonder, I begin to presume
Of what might have been had life been more kind
Why am I tortured with your selfish doom?
I do not hate you for it, I just want to understand
But then again maybe not
I can not explain this feeling in my heart’s wonderland
Blame, desertion, anger, or just forgot
No, those I have withdrew
It is, not knowing what might have been there
And only imagining what could have been true
Would you love me, would you approve, should I care
After all who left who?
No that is not fair for I do not know
Perhaps you left because you must
I wonder, did you regret it or were you glad to go
I tell my self neither I can trust
But none of this rids the tears from my eyes
Why did you leave me, why did you go?
What made you take God’s greatest prize?
Oh how I miss you so
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem! Enjoyed it very much. Take a look at Akhil H's poems.I am sure you would enjoy it!