On the 17th
Will be the end of the road
If she hears nothing
Set in stone
For someone who loves her
He wouldn'tput her thru
Frustration and
Heartache
See things don't add up
She reallythought he was here
All she is
A part of his dream
A week ago
He was snowed in
Happy birthday little wing
What a fool believes
The walls will shutdown
And the only sound he will hear
Is his own heartbeat
And live with her love
He missed
For the rest
Heartbeat carries love and life feels this. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And the only sound he will hear Is his own heartbeat And live with her love... a fine poem of love and life..... tthank u dear poet.. tony