A slumbering heart
Suddenly awoke
After a callous love dart
Its frail wings broke!
Moans, moans, moans
Day and night
Night and day
Oh! Ailing heart!
Hear love's sweet tones!
Let love heal thy wounds
The ailing heart sighs
The ailing heart cries:
'Love is joy and delight
Why then my feeble beating blight? ! '
Why make me weep at night! ?
The ailing heart sighs and sighs
For It tragically knew
Love is not its foe
That life dies!
Like a rose-
When not watered every dawn
With love's dew.
Monday, June 14,2010
Thanks Marina for your appreciated comment. But, I just do not know how can I make you hear my Sorrow! ! :)
I think I understand what you are trying to portray through this poem, that love is lost when not tended to and adorned upon. I would really like to here the sorrow of the ailing heart from you though! :) Good work, I love it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well we all have our own sorrows. And through your poem you expressed your sorrow.