I looked around to see.
Noone but you in my sea.
you alone who deserves.
To be in my own phrase.
Once I look at your eyes.
My heart stops, my soul cries.
Apprehensions inside of me.
Have rusted my heart's key.
My lips wish me a bit to speak.
But, my inclination is too weak.
I am staring at your angelic face
And it seems there is, but a curse.
'It seems there is, but a curse'mmmh a powerful ending, , , , , ,
try writing your poetry with 'WORD' spell check is a wonderful thing. the red will catch misspellings and green will improve grammer. Writers write.
Different and the real one! ... but it is life and this is love 10+
I can definitely empathise with your love being unspoken. It is a curse that befalls many people. What we desire is within reach, but human fraility causes us to fall with arms outstretched. A simple and enjoyable poem. Well done.
a potent and straight forward poem.. it gets ur attention nice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite a deep poem, I read it twice to understand it, 10 Lynda