Void, empty, hollow inside
My dreams have fled, my hopes have died
Existence has no reason
Life's just passing with each season
She was my life, my hope, my love
All is gone, passed by thereof
The hurt is such no one should bear
What's to life, why should I care?
I weep all night for my love gone
My heart is sick, for death I long
Mine eyes well tears for love that's lost
I'll mourn always for the great cost
But in each day Lord give me hope
Strengthen me so I may cope
Grant me wisdom to help me see
Thy great way and not just me.
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I love how you put light into the darkness inside this poem. I write usually darker poetry, but I believe that there is light in the darkness and you exposed that in your poem. I understand your pain. I live it frequently.
Любовь подарок Божественный, И кто её познал, был избранным! , а если сохранил её , прожил не зря! Любовь мир и созидание! ! Без неё холдно и тоскливо!
Rising back from a heart-shearing loss is not easy. This poem exudes positive energy, in spite of such loss. Great. Well done.
I weep all night for my love gone My heart is sick, for death I long Mine eyes well tears for love that's lost I'll mourn always for the great cost.. Grand me wisdom to see the truths and to go on facing all that may come in my life. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love this poem. It speaks to the heart of those who have lost love in their life or ever had a broken heart. beautiful piece of writing.