Wish someone would hold
My hands and in a moonlit
Night lay by me in the bed
Of sands in a lonely beach
Wish someone would be
Kind enough to share her
Pain and happiness and me
About nice things preach
But my heart is made of
Stone and no one will ever
Come to me and it can only
Be won by a wicked witch
Come to me and it can only Be won by a wicked witch....wonderful expression
When no one comes near it is better to love a witch to whom all dislike. Thanks for inspiring comment. My regards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
even stones melt when some one lays her head on the beech and enjoys the evening breat before sunset as night beckons come inside make love to me The stone cracks are you asking me and splinters into gems like the sand she holds your hand and leads into the stream where has the stone gone can now anyone tell me In lovers hands clenched are mine in the mines now it's lovers time the moon shines... WELL DONE AKP
You are right but not all are fortunate about love. Some waits for years but it does not happen. You have given such a wonderful and inspiring comment. Thanks very much. Gratitude.