And they say the greatest poem ever written has never been read
It's lost in the hallways of thoughts unsaid
It was written for her cause she was all that was,
But he never got to share it because she was dead
So he bound it up in his mind and never
Spoke of it again
His loss love, his loss of life
His inspiration to life
The words so powerful
They shook the souls
And even made the Gods want to cry
Love is like that … written
It takes you to a place that has
no bounds
it leaves a imprint on your âme féminin
wiped away by neither time or space
reappearing, uninvited not expected
a stranger in a dark coat in a bright room
or a bright coat in a dark room
Love it's like that and the greatest poem never read
stays….. undeciphered for the rest of time
imprinted in his soul
in dungeons so deep
that only she has the key
but alas a memory
and so it will be
unread the greatest poem that was never
read!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem