When I was sure you will not come again
Two and half a days were left to wait
I was like a sun-set
But could not stop remembering you
I was clinged
I was fired
I was winged
But moreover desired;
I love you still, now, being loved by you
Once that could havn't shape,
First, the impoverishment of love
Then, the mystic tied in
Second, the backward improvement of grove
Should we love still to have a shade in,
Do you love me
Do you make a new choice
Do you, again, want to be your hands in
my hands,
Love that pleaded to be
Love that considered mind
Love that looked not wee,
Seems to be now more a kind;
Trust in me
Trust in me
Trust in me,
I've a dream world
Where we will be no more
Only but the happiness for the new born.
Written By-
Abbie Clare (P.B)
27/06/2017
Gazole,
W.B,
India
[Afternoon]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem. I'm so pleased to read it.