Take me there and bring me back
And know one thing that never lacked
That all the pleasure I had sought
Was with you only to be caught
But now I am upon a driven shore
And can hear your voice no more
But remember me, remember me
For you were all I wished in store
Back again and back again
I knocked upon your door
When all at once you turned on me
And said, you wished no more
I sought and sought without digress
To know how it was I had transgressed
Met with but silence there
And new it to be not for the best
Sometimes, learning early is a gift. Nicely written, Ian. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely write up I enjoyed reading it. Thanks