As I quiver through the night,
I wish and pray that I am right.
That this time its true love,
And that she'll never leave my sight.
Is this love true?
It just might.
But how will I know?
Just give it time......
You are right my friend. When time itself is going to answer all questions; where is the need to question? I wrote on this subject a poem in my mother tongue: Telugu. If you please, read my DRIFTWOODS and BROKEN HEART. You sure like them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every thing worth having is worth waiting for and time will tell. Lovely poem yet again.