Have I such power to stand beside you,
No, no; methink no bother about you.
Oh mistress, I, why repent for you
Though it is certain that I not for you.
But the golden dreams of valentine
Now neither for thine, nor for mine.
Where are thy sweet voices that wake
Up in midnight; and mine for her sake.
Alas! poor rose! now I have so much
But in this holy day no one to touch,
Perhaps your hands are full this day
Not from me, yet be much happier may.
Oh! Valentine devotee, never suits me
For thy attractive lips don't support me.
You feel not for me, I, being an ardent lover,
Enough, enough, feel in time, that remains forever.
THE LAST PART: .........................AS I SAID: the words seem so unfinished, I dunno why, izzit the grammar, the construction or just the language, they seem like pieces of words, one by one glued together, but you ended the poem as a Valentine Devotee.............lamenting.............and you have got this Title, I am happy for you, boy! ..........CONGRATULATIONS as Member Poem Of The Day. Hurray! ............................Enjoy the day.
Love as much as you can. Otherwise Criticise as much as Eliot done. Haha 😀
You'll surely be a GOOD POET, Chayan. Keep the pen wet and the mind OPEN.
A nice perspective and aspect about valentine beautifully presented. Congrats on Poem of the Day.
congrats for being selected as the POD! well penned! God bless!
A lost love is always painful, at least on such holy occasions
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
HAVING READ ONCE AGAIN, I wanna tell you this, but I mean what I said in these TWO responses, you have written a lovely poem, BUT what I wanna say next to this is, as a CRTITIC: It seems that I woke up at midnight and read this poem, or did I dream? No, on the contrary, this is real, it just occurred real....but the words seem so unfinished, I dunno why, izzit the grammar, the construction or just the language, they seem like pieces of words,