I can't see your heart and you can't see min
Nor can I feel the ardour that once was divine
Flowers of the promises fall in the frost
Whip of doubt strikes down the trust
If everything's gone and no longer exist
Why is the plainness of ache still persist
Stuck in the middle od the present and the past
Be my savior before everything comes to the last.....
remnants of loving feeling creeps when you are not busy. nice poem.md
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a touching prayer...the last lines really penetrate...well written piece, Arwen...10