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
the last stanza in this is purely magical....love love love it! ! ! ...great work
I'm sure that poetry is running deep within you and not in the least superficial as that I have been finding in many writes of others here. Your truthful comparisons are excellent to muse over and I am sure that I may want to read your entire work. Thank you for the beauty of your thoughts. arya
a poem by a loving heart...! ! ! and a master of words... :)
Yes! so what? for that's how you love...engraving red on a dry stone. I loved your last stanza, but could it be your heart of stone be melted by an angelic and divine love? ...romantic in a very sense, showed only the true you... Maestro a 10 for i always love your composition...not flowery, just a straight to the point and always making sense.
‘…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
Fantastic flow of expressions.It seems to be one sided love.Best wishes from this old woman.Nice write.Thank you