I sat in the quietness on one starry night,
Away from the noise and the city lights.
Eyes closed and lost in thoughts.
I wanted to know, I was dying to know.
When the sun goes down,
And the walls are closing in.
When the darkness sets in,
And the stars refuse to shine
Will you still love me the same?
When everything falls apart,
And we have no words to say.
When the rain is not falling but pouring instead,
When my strength fails and I need yours.
I am dying to know,
Will you love me the same?
When everything falls apart, And we have no words to say. When the rain is not falling but pouring instead, .. will you love me the same? l ove, need to know about.. certainty and surety in love........ very well portrayed dear poetess. thank u. tony
You ask the question WILL YOU LOVE ME THE SAME? twice, but the poem doesn't contain an answer! (But your prose comment seems to provide a positive answer.) That put me in an anxious mood because the imagery also got increasingly stormy. The first description is a quiet, withdrawn mood. In the second the stars don't shine, and in the third the rain pours. So you are not giving us any easy answers to our doubts about the course of love. That made me realize I have to provide whatever certainty I can, it's got to come from within, because out there it's storming, and things are falling apart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am dying to know, Will you love me the same? a cry from the depths........ love is a mystery. the need to be loved is sooo great. fine expressions. tony