Words of love still haunt me so
From long forgotten days of old -
Endearments that I used to know
Still deep within my heart I hold;
Sweet memories of softer times
When eyes spoke more than tongue,
You sang to me sweet words and rhymes
Of days when we were young;
My heart is filled with longing now
My soul lies unfulfilled -
To mend the wound I know not how
The memories now are stilled;
I cannot live another day
Oh, hear my mournful plea -
Come now my love, for this I pray
Return your words to me.
Love is a haunt if you ask me. It rattles chains in the middle of the night.
Deeply moving poetic statement of devotion. Fluidly and tenderly written. The work of a sincere professional. xx jim
Oh you make my Impassioned Poetress poem look like avgrade schooler wrote it.......I took the lighter side of course.....yours is beautifully written....I wish I could have said it so.....Thank you for sharing : O)
Agree with Danny...Only someone whose heart is stone can ignore this. TO
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It would be a cold, deaf ear that could ignore such a plea. Danny