Forgive me not if I forget,
Those eyes that dreamed me
In cold, long and lonely nights
If ever thou place thy hand on thy breast
And feel the beats of thy heart
Think of me,
I am alive living in thy heart,
If I am a river, you are the shores,
Holding me, saving me from being wasted
Yet, bearing all my angers,
Forget me not, thou the maker,
Of my soft heart, boiling with thy love.
Jahan Zaib 06/09/2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, zaib. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks