'I gazed in wonder at the sky.
Staring, thinking, saying why
Doth the space reflect her eyes?
For the stars have many ties.
belong to her entity until she dies.
What makes one watch the sky?
'Tis her love.
For him I would die.
Only to lie.
In her sigh.
Her love, it makes me but insane.
Walking, running in the torrential rain.
I guess her flames are like a fire.
Brace my heart by a tight wire.
Without her invigorating fuel.
I am nothing more than fool.'
I enjoy this poem delicate heart, it has already been critiqued enough. They have shown you were it could be even better. So as It is, It is a good read for me! Thanks for the invite and I will be looking for more of your work.
i must agree with uilliam, because i also spotted the change from 'her' to 'him' all in all it is a good write.
i like the way you presented love in a new light gives a lot to ponder on great poem
Indeed, we are all fools without love..........beautifuly written..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very lovely piece...10