When I was but a withered leaf,
where art thou my love?
When air was scarce, I hardly breathe...
When I longed for you to be there,
yet you were there never.
When I was but a wasted stream,
did you ever think of me?
did I ever evade one of your dreams...
when I wished for you to be there,
yet you were there never.
When I was but a ruined song,
my love, where art thou?
you left me thinking all alone...
how you could be with me forever
when on my worst, you were never there.
15Sep2012
Wear out thy love and it will know solemn privations most unrequited.
...each phrase captures my attention...indicative of improving one's attentiveness...thanks for sharing this..
The beauty of the lines lies in the aptness of assumptions and conclusions made. The power of your imagination surfaces in your choice of themes
so emotional and beautiful...each word with deep meaning is absolutely phenomenal it makes you wonder how love can bring you so much pain but yet it is the most desirable emotion........ thank you so much for sharing mam, love payal
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I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic piece of lines...emotional, romantic, touching hearts.. loved this.