He would break it
Of that she was sure
He had too many pleasures
She was but one out of four
The facts stared at her through the closed door
She waited patiently
Through centuries on the wall
Waiting to hear the clarion call
A sign a mark to say begin
There is no more danger of sin
A cry of despair
Broke from within
She was in grief beyond repair
His touch she yearned
Twas bliss beyond compare
She waited and waited for Godot
For tis only his company
Than she sought
She braves the cold until old
And last withered away in times folds
Her spirit still fills the air
When a damsel cries
Or rends her hair
She fills up the space with her melancholy
She is the phantom of lost desires
She fills in you her own despair
Rise ye up from your chair
Skitter away and make your path
Beware of her
She merely fills you with wrath
Her life was spent in vain
Waiting and waiting
Through snow and rain
She should have got up instead
Walked to the man and tapped him instead
But alas they both knew not the way
They were both blind as bats
And could not see the light of day
They twin souls rose up when dead
The spirits soothed and one instead
No more did they wait now
No more did they haunt the skies
Together they solved the pack of lies
If ever a damsel they do see
Crying and waiting patiently
Off they fly and comfort her
Untill atlast she sleeps blissfully
They are a formidable pair
The blind couple that lived in the lair
Now they are just beyond compare
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem