Goodbye my love, I so adore,
with my heart and soul and more….
Days and hours are getting closer
these gardens would soon be sans flowers
falling leaves of exuberant colours
fill´d the path of our sweet goodbye
morn, noon and evening mist, all try
to dry my cheek and saddest face,
never to mourn, I shall keep the pace
in French they say Partir c'est mourir un peu
my heart disagree though we must say adieu
if to leave is to die a tad
why must I be left alone and become this mad?
my being stays here, but my soul travels with thee, I bet
thy love so passionate I won´t ever forget,
and please, do not forget me
for without thee, life is not the same,
but If that happens, who is to blame….?
Your Bibi
Grey clouds, intrinsic cold weather
Friday A.D. the 13th Nov 2015
PARIS: Forget the bombing at Midnight 12 to 13th Nov 2015.
God protected us, sure! He led us the way.
AD. Wednesday 25 July 2018 -
From your poet's note it is clear that God's grace is most important. For him you were narrowly escaped from the bombing by the terrorists in Paris on 12th November,2015. This poem is delineated as lamentation astutely and incisively. I quote....... my being stays here, but my soul travels with thee, I bet thy love so passionate I won´t ever forget, and please, do not forget me for without thee, life is not the same, but If that happens, who is to blame….? Beautiful poem. Thanks.10
A beautiful poem of love lovingly penned. So touching and heartwarming. All lines of this spellbinding write are elegantly crafted. Thanks for sharing, Sylvia.10+++++
Days and hours are getting closer these gardens would soon be sans flowers falling leaves of exuberant colours fill´d the path of our sweet goodbye...............thought provoking....pulsating poetic expression dear Sylvia! (10)
Thank you so much, dear Poet, your comment and feed back represents the value and worth this poem ought to deserve as it must, I am thankful to you endlessly, Dillip. Thank you too for the 10.. GBU!
A perfect love poem. In a class by itself! Marvelous work, Sylvia Frances!
Thank you Practicing Poetess (what a cute name!) .for your sympathetic visit and your wonderful comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
why saying an adieu while your being stays here?