Am I dead to your heart, my fearsome queen,
will these battle scars heal without a trace?
I fought thy wars more years of pain await
to wake me from this nightmare that I dream.
I thread my wounds and count the days unseen,
neither sun nor moon will shine on me their grace
here darkness thrives within thy cold embrace;
I turn my eyes from what thou once had been.
A beacon glares, its weak light growing strong
for many nights I prayed to understand
does fate decide to whom my love belongs
and why I crave thy warm yet loveless hand;
the wind, the heat, the waves this hellish urge
to bludgeon hope, is this thy love's command?
A poignant piece of work. A poem of love that depicts loneliness of the heart.The feeling of being completely and desperately in love with someone yet never reciprocated. Brilliantly penned. Loved reading it.10+++++
Thank you Rose Marie for such an inspiring comment about a desperate love poem. Ah! The Queen, beautiful but cold as ice. Perhaps one day my letters of love shall thaw her heart!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a fantastic poem! A love unanswered! Great.