I’ve been alone, feeling like abhorred
Just wanted to find someone but could not afford
Where could that someone? It was depressing
So I asked God, if He could give me something
Could I seek harmonic kind of song?
Could I find independent blanket all along?
Could I bring handkerchief which is handy?
When would that be? There’s no definite any
Month of January, in old oak tree
And standing there, you sang my lost favorite song
With your blanket of strong arms that warmth me
Shoulders like handker that wipe the tears on me
Many moments and trials had pass
But we are invincible, our’s had weightful mass
Through thick and thin, you’re there for me with faith
We’re extraordinary and perfect mate
Fresh and still, you sang that song with glee
That your arms and your shoulders are only for me
Fortunately, there would be none like you
‘Cause I believe that my special gift is you…
My, my my Sheldon, you're a special gift to the poets world...A sweet poem by a gifted poet. The vivid images and the manner in which you order your word around from stanza to stanza were refreshing. a solid 10+++
Believing your lover to be your 'special gift' is very romantic and hones Sheldon - - a very special poem.
love is a special gift...woman is truely a gift...sharing is a gift...returning love is a gift...when you speak of another...and it feel you inside and outside..you have been blessed by God...and that is the best gift of all...good..keep up your inner flow..share it..always...
Fresh and still, you sang that song with glee That your arms and your shoulders are only for me Fortunately, there would be none like you ‘Cause I believe that my special gift is you… THIS IS MY FAV... I LOVE IT.. Really Really beautiful poem .. sounds ohh soo romantic :)
lovely....a beautiful poem i really liked the last stanza.. well done! !
Honest and constructive comment: 1, 'I feel like abhorred' should be ' I feel abhorred' 2, 'There is no definite any' is grammatically wrong - 'There is none really' would suffice. 3, Rewrite and edit the poem and read it aloud to 'feel the flow' and the direction of thought you wish to convey. Reviews that are sugar-coated and not analytical may boost the writer's ego but these do not HELP him write better. One will just remain writing the same mistakes and not learn, because all he hears are positive BUT not constructive views.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow... you really said here what you want and what you meant. poem is well penned