I miss you when I awake in the small hours of the
Morning, aching so deep I cannot sleep.
It is you I crave – only with you beside me can there be peace.
This was not meant to be – it cannot be! I rage inside
To know that you cannot be mine. I reach across dark miles;
Are you, too, awake – curled on your side in foetal agony?
And in the morning I must pretend that I am rested,
Bright and ready for a new day. And that you, my love,
Are just another smile in my circle of happy friends.
This fire inside is held in check for love of you.
'I reach across dark miles' love that line...and in the morning, smile-pretend, surrounded by friends....
Lovely romantic piece of poetry nicely penned from the heart. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
I understand this completely, almost word for word. Regards.
I read lines from deep within your heart. I can feel the over-flowing emotions. I love it, thanks for sharing! :)
These lines were written by an extraordinary wordsmith. Your pain reaches out across the dark miles to touch the souls of your readers. 10/10. Kind wishes, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sincere and true the rhythm is superb as is the poem