Searching
In Life's open windows,
For the Light,
I cannot,
Could not
Find!
In desperate
Admission,
Do I sign
This burning truth
That cuts me
Time and time
Again!
Desperately,
As if it were
A new born crime!
We were,
Just not meant
To be together
And I get
That cutting sadness
HERE!
In heart and mind,
As the autographs,
To Never,
Do I sign...
a very tragic love relationship that was not meant to exist, a very sad poem full of melancholy, excellent, impressive and fascinating, greatest lament, poetically worded, astounding poem, dear Sandra!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad poem penned in excellent way....10++