Locked in by his maturity
Tempted by his care;
Wounded by his reliability
But he call me his dear.
Touched by his devotion
But feared for his lies;
Clanged to his heart of dedication
With committed ties.
Wondered by his moves
Grazed by is words;
Hurt by his worries
Then embraced by his touches.
Cried by his permanent stay
Elated by his short comings;
That drowned away the lingering tarries
Of thoughts shown in dismay.
An insightful piece embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Sasha and do remain enriched.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sasha, such a stupendous write👍👍👍