I cried last night,
When we ended up at a fight.
My heart cried more than my eyes,
It was hard to recollect the broken ties.
I stood there watching you break my heart,
Your each word hit me like a dart.
It was not the first time we fought,
But it's love which helped us a lot.
Your arms had consoled me before,
after each fight, you had loved me even more.
Something cut me deep inside,
As you slept away from me hugging your pride.
Each time I tried to move close,
Your rage pricked me like thorns in a rose.
One hug of yours could have healed me,
In your arms you would have concealed me!
I knew in the morning all will be fine,
I'll be yours and you will be mine.
You would wake with a sweet smile,
Though I would ignore you knowingly and would take a while.
The rain is tapping outside to see us together in bliss.
My love, my darling let's makeover on a kiss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Never go to bed on an argument, they say - and the making up is the best part. Good one.