Violins had played a sweet melody
Now have lost their tone,
Nature hath seem as lost beauty
Whence I had witnessed an absent home.
The turtle doves that sung on our wedding day
That chimed and captured your smile,
Wrote to me ‘fore they went astray
I wish again you walking down the aisle.
The sun doesn't shine bright no more
The moonlight drips of deep sorrow,
My happiness in pieces you tore
Your smile once can I please borrow.
The ocean doth flow with pain
Sea water from an angel's eyes,
Your memory an aching stain
That lashes storms at the skies.
The wind has lost its gentle caress
Since this sadness I did speak,
The thought of you leaving I confess
Do draw my eyes to leak.
The rain no longer has a lullaby
But sings a chorus of despair,
My world's smile had waved goodbye
When you left my heart a tear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love is a series of deaths!