I daily drink or smoke myself to sleep;
I cannot stop the thoughts of you and I:
The time when we've fell way; oh, way too deep,
The time when we should not have said goodbye!
I kissed you and I missed an hour or two—
I'd hoped the end would not have come so soon;
However, during this short waltz with you,
It seems each had in mind a different tune!
Lo! Left behind, behold me raise my glass:
Here's to delusion—thinking this would last,
And disillusion—gold oft looks like brass;
Why, now, my darling, since the die is cast:
The only place together we can be
Is, sadly, in my dreams—or memory…
This was nicely executed about love lost and the disillusion of love. Well done Danny!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice to see poetic craft in action, Danny. Nothing burns like an old flame.
you can say that again, thanks.