One night,
one blissful night...
you crept inside my soul;
you stole my heart and went away
so far
that when the sun shone bright that day,
I cried just to find you
to take my heart
again.
I wept
with bitter tears...
praying where to find you
just to take my heart back again
because
my heart does not belong to you.
It belongs to the man
who slept with me
that night.
14Sep2012
Your poetic genius is well perceivable and the days ahead may prove you to be here with better stuff with a social touch one hopes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hearts are such fickle charges, and so readily pilfered. Good luck with its retrieval.