This is my only sickness,
The sickness of love.
My heart rots at the lack,
Of your breath on my skin.
My eyes water at the sight
Of our old photographs.
A heartache too cold,
Won't you return here,
If only to warm what remains
Of our once enflamed love?
Nice poem, stefanie... Well written, , feeling of pain for love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intense poem with passion and deep hope for love to bloom again. Love hurts but remember the beautiful moment and one day the flame of dying love will reviving your life.... Excellent poem.