I was too busy loving you
To ever notice the signs....
The ice forming on the river,
The snow gathering in the pines
So busy was I loving you,
I didn't notice the smoke,
The fire had burned out long ago,
There are no embers left to stoke
And then there was that lovely rose
You and I planted in the Spring,
While I was busy loving you
I failed to see it withering
To our garden, without warning,
Came a killing frost one night,
Too busy was I loving you
To foresee the approaching blight
Now my tears frost the window pane,
The ice keeps you from my view,
How could I not see this coming!
I was too busy loving you
A lovely poem, Lora. Blinded by love...Utopia, , , , , , then reality, the fire had gone out. Cleverly crafted, perfect rhythm and rhyme. I really like this one.
Lora, I love this one! Well-written, indeed. I am going to add it to my favorites list.
a well presented thought, well composed poem, thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bad Weird I intended to nestle in lush spring Dreaming to brim heart of all lures Severe storm stole my lovely ring It turned me moaning troubadour.