I always tell the truth to you, honey
but you never want to know
you fell in love with my poems
I know all my poems do flow
they speak the truth and nothing but the truth
whatever I 'spoke' to you,
your ears are not listening,
I hear the nightingale singing,
he tells me the truth constantly,
how I know that?
he flies round and round around the globe,
then he sends me a message,
while he has come back again
he sings the refrain,
having observed you
he sings his message to me
absolutely right my love,
that man is listening to his own words,
he has no ears for listening to my songs
nor read your poems as it shoud be,
very sadly
he has not been listening correctly,
your poetic words are for the white dove,
The Almighty on His golden throne above,
outside your responsibility,
he has fallen in love with thee,
how can it be?
you love only poetry,
before flying away again
the nightingale sings his refrain again
Fantastic poem.... How difficult it is to express and make realise someone you love that the love is true and you are sincere. Everyone else knows yet the one for whom you wish to convey remains aloof, that is very frustrating. Thoughtful poem. Madam Sylvia 5****
Sylvia and another day began eith wonderful note of love woven beyond once can intend. Love happens even before we know it happened. Lovely woven poetic expression.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice presentation...always telling truth to honey