Sweetly he sang about her love
And of the blondeness of her hair
Whispering her name on his lips
He caress his love in a letter
And died in mourning
Three months later
LeeAnn, this is so beautiful, you have the gift of presenting sadness is such a poetic and beautiful form.
Whispering her name on his lips He caress his love in a letter And died in mourning Three months later.. love potrayed. sadness, love, life and death. tony
a bittersweet tale of love, in six lines the poem weaves a relationship of two people, its beauty and its tragedy, an enigmatic tale of loves towers and despairs. I really love the fourth line, just the way it reads. Well done LeeAnn!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lee Ann, you have done Cohen a great honour with this remarkable poem!