Lonely, the word is my millstone
Hung heavy about my heart
I have felt love, I know of it
I have read and written about it
Though I am yet to be in love
At times it keeps me from sleeping
I sit awake, alone thinking of it
How can a word have so many feelings
Leaving it almost an impossibility
It has been sought by so many
It tests the human resolve
In its absence, its elusive presence
A hole is found wanting
No silent whispers of a sweet romance
No kiss or touch of a hand
Just a solitary word to express
The weight of this feeling
Well penned, Loves not all puppies and rainbows. Good to see a different point of view.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No silent whispers of a sweet romance No kiss or touch of a hand Just a solitary word to express The weight of this feeling.. just a solitary word is enough.. love thank u dear Holloway. tony