I don’t know you anymore,
Your doing things you never did before.
Are we eventually growing apart,
Or is the love we had still in our hearts.
No more little plays,
No excitement for today,
Where did my lover go,
When will I see the love he once showed.
Only anger in his eyes,
If your so bored I need to no why.
Do I no longer please?
I’ve given you everything a man could need.
I’ve loved you the best I can,
You know I could never trust another man.
My soul needs to know you care,
And that involves you being there.
Show your love for me once again,
And make me remember the reason I took your name.
Lets again do some midnight kissing,
And show each other what we’ve been missing.
I feel your pain Joanne and you express it well. Kissing is the most precious intimacy. I do hope you can find it again. Clair
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
New fires can be lit from the embers of the old. Problem is, the embers often die while you are arguing about who should gather the fuel. If that happens it's best to start afresh.