You tell me
Your heart that loves me
Is pure as dew water;
You tell me
You scribe my name,
There on every page,
Every new chapter
All scripts,
Written on water,
Melt away,
As soon as they enter,
Be they rich sweet or loving;
That really doesn't matter
You accuse me
A man of heart of stony walls;
I agree,
I hold no pretensions
Against your silly words;
They only amuse
You listen;
I engrave you red
On my solid heart;
That would last,
Won't fade away;
My heart stony;
So what?
May 24th 2008
hey Kesav i liked ur poem.......good reflects many things together...touches life.. Winnie
golden letters filled with love may fade away but bloodstains remain blue always...........
She is engraved on your heart Kesav! Stony heart or not - 'Your love' she has got! *10* You are a 'stone pillar' in the community of poetry, great read! Rock On! ! Best regards my friend! Thad
‘…stony; so what? ’ But engraving is there …nice conclusion…climaxed... Nifty conception touching heart Sir Voted 10+ hf Ms. Nivedita UK
wow! what a promise of love...insoluble immortal of the heart linger in the memory of the wind, build in the water loon of infinity.....my salute and wish to let this poem be sail of the waves of reality.....thank you dear friends...God bless....a 10 +++++
I had to comment on this lovely poem because it says it's words so well (shhh- and also because it looks you wrote it on my birthday- so it must be just for me?) smile..
scratched on air scribbled on water........... you write poems, which get completed in my mind....................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Has a hard definition to love