The last chapter was missing
In my lifetime romance
My heart kept bleeding
For her total ignorance
I became a silly author
Writing drafts of illusion
Living my days without a sailor
Soaking my nights in confusion
When words couldn't find a way
To soften a stone called her heart
Nothing was able to make my day
Only bad memories kept us apart
Was I born for such a mission?
Was her laughter worth fighting
For the retrieval of her lost passion?
Or I was just daydreaming
Never give up on her easily
A whisper heard deep inside me
Seek her love so tenderly
That's what your love supposed to be
Leaving illusion on my pillow
I plucked up my courage to attempt
My heart was a stubborn fellow
I'd write a happy ending without contempt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Amgad. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks