I would forever be miserable
with your painting hanging on my head.
Even a hundred angels would lament
on the sadness sketched upon your eyes;
the loneliness on your face
is alive on your lifeless facade,
my love...
forgive me
for the broken notes
that lie on your lips.
Your unseen tears are more certain
than the air I breathe
just looking at you;
oh a hundred angels would mourn
on the agony painted on your visage.
What agony that is,
I could not name it;
what pain, I could not explain.
My heart is drowned
over your grievous tears.
A hundred angels would rather fly
away from your bitter misery.
I wish I have broken wings
my love...
forgive me.
I can not be with you.
the words written by a confident poet.... dare i say beautifully poignant.... tyvm karen
We may look and yet the staring eyes in gazing return will only numb and deathly see not you or dark eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the words you and your and other adresseses came up several times. i susppose that is one of the big things that makes this so sensitive. very artful.