Tiredly waiting to reach out to someone, passing by every
single chance, because I'm not good enough.
Desperately wanting to talk about something - anything -
and never do.
Love stalks me from the shadows, never daring to creep out
into the light of day and take me by the hand.
Always scurrying inside the realm of make-believe - never
bringing to fruition any source of love.
Days go by, as so many pages in a book, and love is never
realized.
A truly expression of the heart.Your poem moved me, as I can relate to it.Thank you.
Such a realistic write it is! ! True love is like that only what doesn't like to lose a single moment even of it's divine pleasure in mind. Thanks for sharing this wise realization.
...............great write.....love is a beautiful theme for a poem...
Love this poem from the heart. Speaks to me deeply and can very much relate to this particular piece. Thanks for sharing RoseAnn!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The rabid, reality of a love that is never realized is here excellently expressed!