I look out my window
and see the rain,
falling like teardropp
against my windowpane.
Our love has gone
now withered to dust,
scattered and blown away
on the wind of mistrust.
4 April 2008
If there is no trust, love just turns to dust.. Never has truer words been spoken... Andy 10
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! That is so sweet and poingnant. A delight to find. I hope you still really trust him Vera! Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No more words needed in this fine write.....: O)