Its the sometime lover
who turns up
when least expected
asking for
and ready to give.
Having been used to solitude
she wondered at this sudden benevolence
but he was insistent
the sometime lover.
He wanted her to feel at home
he wanted her to feel loved
he asked for faith and trust in him
he asked for pride gushing at his love.
She not used to kindness
she not used to company
she not used to protectionism
balked off at the thought.
The sometime lover
stood waiting
he knew she would turn around
he knew she would not turn him down
he knew her need for him even if she did not
so they were
the sometime lover
and the sometime loved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem