This were the poetry of
A broken page,
That every written word
Is a poem of pain
What is life when the
love you lived for are all shadows, and vapours,
Cursed is love to those
whose lips linger's with
lies, and love,
And so it was said of the
Passing away of our
Love songs, I never knew
It was all but shadows
And shalttered dreams,
I
Forfeit my breath for
It, when I wept with tears
And thoughts of love for you,
I gave you my heart,
Yet you fled, and flirt
With what is min, leaving
Me perplexed, and helpless,
I see, and feel the stench,
And Sting's of love,
The thief is gone with so
much, and so much to find
The thief,
No tears, but tainted
With pain,
Now I cursed love for your
Sake, to save my heart, and
The tongue which once
Cherished, and cheered
Your names, now spiting
On ït.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem! I cursed love this very day for your sake. Thats what I did a year ago..: (