Mixed were our passions
When we so simultaneously met
It was as if we were meant
Like beige and silk for fashions
I pray you were sent
From heaven as a gift
A gift, which I have yet to unfold
Happy were the days when we shared our dreams
Hopeful were the years when we ripened
That our friendship would only be heightened
Those were our only dreams
Sad were the days when you left me
Over the land and across the sea
Where were you Mark Antony?
When they pulled the dagger in.
I enjoy reading a poem differs from the other ones. Thank you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last line was just wonderful..you write really well, keep on that.