The lonely Heart
is left alone.
Is left behind.
Is left.
And it comforts itself
with food or wine
or the marking of time.
But it's such a sad, sad place to be.
So lonely Heart
Gladden thee,
With sunshine and breeze.
Watch your children as they grow.
Never let them know.
For time will come and will go.
Too soon,
Your loneliness will find it's rest.
Never to pain you
Any longer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem