Beautifully created in the masters stroke
unfinished work of art covered by cloak
This was a portrait of my wife to be
the only girl in this world right for me
I always viewed her in a perfect light
be it a sunny day or dark as night.
Rose colored glasses I saw her through
the end was coming near I had no clue
Unsatisfied eyes so much more discerning
wild grandiose thoughts forever yearning
Those freckle clues that I could not guess
she played twenty questions more or less
Riddles upon a tired and tortured mind
searching for answers that I could not find
A true love that had once shown so bold
now with daggers tore through my flesh of old
The prison key my princess hand did will
O such a beautiful sweet and bitter pill
'Her faux enthusiasm did bankrupt my true hope'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic write........Thank you for gifting this to the world