When sweet melodies no longer echo in the air,
and their lyrics have distorted meanings;
When I can no longer hear your voice,
to fill my heart with thrill and joy;
When Time upon our faces sets indifference,
and all the magic is vanished beneath the skies;
When the days hang as beads upon a thread,
worn and tarnished from such negligence:
We wear them as chains around our necks—
a masochistic pleasure of a love complex!
When sweet melodies no longer echo in the air, When the days hang as beads upon a thread: We wear them as chains around our necks; — //.... Masochistic pleasure does not bide well for a flourishing love affair. Thanks.
A masochistic pleasure of a love is very very complex to understand. Love brings emotion when sweet melodies no longer echo in the air. Sometimes this provokes thought. Time on faces sets indifference and this amazes more. Memories of love are worn as chain on and around neck. Very pleasing, nice and interesting poem is shared here is very beautiful really....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Powerful ending. Great poem!