The Story From Our Own Hearts - Poem by Anna Jonson
The story from our own hearts
Eyes of love, why do you stare at me?
Why do you stare at my wept eyes?
Didn’t you say you won’t come back? Or you’ve come to see my wept eyes?
Oh sorrow... Sorrow you made me ill...
you made troubles for my love
he died, while he was...
so young and in love with someone whom he saw
I was in his dream, and he was in mine
we shared our love by looking into each other's eyes
he stared at me, I stared back
I told him by eyes: you’re my first and last
he answered me back: love won’t let us be together…
remember when they say misery love’s company
I said to my self: oh love, love why are you so cruel?
have a little sympathy on our souls
let us stay in peace together…
suddenly, love answered back:
I kept on warning lovers not to fall in love
from Cleopatra and Antony ‘till Juliet and Romeo
they didn’t cared, they thought it was fun
they couldn’t understand what was falling in love
now I told you two what love really is
make your own choices and I’ll let you live
if you think positively, then there’s life’s possibility
that you’ll stay happy
I stared into his eyes then said: what is love? Let us forget about love
he answered me back that’s not my heart’s
your mouth and brain always demands
‘ignore your heart and do something to survive’
I want you to love me in the way I do
and let destiny do what it has to do
I surrendered because I knew it was true
I loved him in a way no one else ever do
now love, you’ve taken him away from me
now do what you want to do with me
he left you alone and that’s what I want
you shall live forever, thinking about his love
oh love.. a sweet memory but bitter in life
I knew from then that he’ll stay in my heart
I’ll live as a dead ‘till the day I die
and then I’m going to be with him for the rest of my life…
25th of June,2008
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