She sleeps alone on that queen-sized bed,
No one knows who sleeps beside.
Did it once belonged to a mate,
Or did she just likes how it’s wide?
She sleeps alone on that queen-sized bed,
No one knows what had happened to him.
Who was once the owner of this jade?
His name, his voice, his face no one seen.
She sleeps alone on that queen-sized bed,
With a bolster and her pillows.
She sleeps alone on that queen-sized bed,
Without a ring or a fellow.
well expressed.sweet lovely nice poem.good work.thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for your kind words. I really appreciate it. And glad you liked it. :)