Darling, it is very late
And the sleep hangs from my lashes
Though now it's hardly worth sleeping at all
But because you only want to argue
I will wait up
For you to claim your petty victory.
Is this love?
It is love in a greater sense... the fullfillment of someone else over yourself... even if its only allowing a minor victory... nice read. Alison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, i can really relate to this poem at the moment, every word seems to ring a bell for me... women eh? Can't live with them.... Great poem - real, honest and true to life without losing any of its elegance