O lasting love that knows no bounds
Why do you never come to me?
To spare my from these lonely days
So bitter and so cold,
For me the winter shall not end
No birds will sing within the boughs,
Till love shall fill my empty heart
The spring will not unfold.
As life goes on without me now
I feel that I've been left behind,
No friends have I to share my grief
Or pain I've borne so long,
So all alone I face my fears
And yet no courage I possess,
My will grows ever weaker now
I wish that I was strong.
O lasting love that knows no bounds
Why do you never come to me?
For still you keep on passing by
As if you do not care,
Yet here you'd find a welcome home
Where you could bloom for evermore,
Then every day would be the spring
And joy we both could share.
Indeed love has become rare in the world due to materialism which makes anyone as you write poem on love! I think if money can buy love perhaps it will be easily available, friend! Or we have to find a way to create a world where love prevails everywhere!
Your poetry is a joy to read Andy, love will come in its own time, beautiful words woven with wistful longing, 10+++ Lynda xxx
This is very touching and written with many depths of emotions.. The way you presented this with such a sad tone, but none the less, a true one..... Everyone needs Lasting Love... Excellent......
Longing for lasting love, sadness and lyrics have merged into beauty of this poem. Best Wishes. Naseer
The poem has lyrical beauty.......I read it in one stretch. Might have sung it in mind. Beautiful Andrew......all poets cannot write love poetry as well as you do.
Andrew Your emotion pulled at my heart strings. This lament is beautifully constructed as are all your poems. You are written straight from your heart and with your skill as well, it is powerful work. Karin Anderson
So all alone I face my fears And yet no courage I possess, My will grows ever weaker now I wish that I was strong.' .................................................. Andrew, Pleasantly when you listen such to a word-secretly.... As self-tortures enamoured the person.... What good sad poems...10..... Best wishes, Tsira
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Then every day would be the spring, true, nice poem