Oh how many more of those stars above
Shall I witness expiring like our love:
Coffee cups, your left slipper, notes and comb,
These restless visions of your summer tomb.
How much destitution shall I endure;
Our passion on this sagging bed gone sour,
Six thousand sighs that can’t forget
Supply my heart with rations of regret.
Reverie is pain or love will depart,
Let battered memories consume my heart
In all of your absence, the residue
Of your crushed promises of letting go:
The universe may soon shake hands with Death,
Only then will I abandon my wealth.
Technically you poem is qualified to the standard of poetry...the rhyming is of served. I like it... All the best and keep the legacy of poetry.
Your amazing ur rite is beautiful 10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow.. this is a splendid write indeed.. shakespeare rejuvenated? i wonder/... nice composition indeed... felt your lines.. keep writing..10++ with love shan