'Hey! My pain-killer where is your girlish smile? '
' Honey! where is your young throbbing guts? '
We have already passed our adolescence
And someone does changes with a gimmick.
The glamorous life that never comes along this road of giveaway
But we are still old-fashioned lovers hand-in-hand
Who walk towards the lonely graveyard.
Love and disappointment go hand in hand in this bitter-sweet reminder of the finite nature of life and the infinite nature of love. Another great poem, Nimal. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very compelling poem. Glamor can be defined in many different ways.10, for you. Warm regards, Sandra