When will this nightmare and be complete?
When shall I be able to rest, off my weary feet?
Why does my heart ache so, as though it did break?
How long does it go on, thaqt your love does forsake! ?
When and where will the sorrow cease?
How too will my love get a new lease?
Why is it that this became believable-
How is that this did become conceivable?
Why have you turned, and gone now astray?
What for have you cause, for your heart's runaway?
How is it too that you can see something in me that I am not?
Why then can you believe what you not, ought?
My love, return to the glory we shared-
Our precious gift, allow now its return, and show you cared!
Maurice Harris,19 December 2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem