A wise man once spoke of star crossed lovers.
More than just a slumber underneath the covers.
This man spoke of love so gentle and warm.
When will this woman feel the clearing of the storm.
A twisted fate in which was not meant to be.
Or simply tampered with, a rebellion wishing to flee.
The upset and the disturbance of unsafe love.
When will this woman have a soulmate to speak of.
'When will this woman have a soulmate to speak of. ' I don't know but I liked this little poem....... Ruth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely penned! i loved it! 10+