If I love you no more on morrow's date,
Would you still be indulgent to me, dear?
I ask, for, comes from same mint love and hate,
Reality is not what may appear.
Now that you know the truth let me this say:
Material things in world, alive and not,
Mere gossamer clouds are in a strange way,
An atom, you know, is an empty blot.
So, you and I as all, of atoms made,
Scarce are there in this world that's seldom there!
Is anything real out there as you said?
If there is, I'd never know to be fair.
Your doubt cast in if, born be of belief,
Unreal, it falls off mind like an old leaf.
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Sonnets |06.11.2017|
You and i as all! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
NIGHTS DRAMA REGULAR One can only enjoy in bed and enable the opposite to open to feed and get fed and enjoy the darkness in bed then sweet nothings only are said no one will listen about the balance debts so keep twisting twirling all the night though she will give as much as promise you at that moment of time when about everest you are about to climb and as you fall but natuarally as you will let her beLive......
NIGHTS DRAMA REGULAR... I think I vaguely understand what you mean, thanks a lot.