Old Time has slipped and as for me
A Blanket of care has no warmness,
Or a pillow of love has no softness,
I’ve not chosen loneliness or thorns
Not a subtle heart resting on stones
Yet, everything seems to be broken
Words seem to have no taste or tie
What reason, a soul laid bear to die?
Pretty love seems lost in it own feeling
Far apart, love seem to ‘ve no meaning
Riches could give no shape to a heart
Champagne means nothing to a heart
Days ‘re long it seems dark & unkind
Love has lost it place; it’s cold outside
There exist vanity; I get no rest inside
Blazing sun could Pierces heart soon
Washing away smiles that set at noon
And tears ‘re red & dropping like rains
Regardless of pains, gloom during ages
Love still bid heart smile on these pages
(5/4/2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem