You once promised the sun
the moon and the stars maybe.
I did believe.
My heart I so entrusted
to only have it ripped apart.
So much as the delicate wings of a fl'wer
These eyes of yours appeal no more
So now I ask
When you say you love me?
Please say it as if you care.
agree with Valerie, your truthfully words give a soul to this poem very good my friend
Those special words should be said truthfully, but they are said too often without being genuine. Good one Godfrey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
agree with Valerie, your truthfully words give a soul to this poem very good my friend