You never heard me crying,
Singing my lament to a star;
A song that made the roses weep,
Like a mourning dove's repertoire
You never heard me praying
As the golden sun bowed to the West,
Praying that you would feel the flame
Of a love too long repressed
You never heard me calling
To the boundless realm of your mind,
Hoping the echoes would release in you
All the love that you keep confined
You never heard me saying
I love you...... you never stirred;
Never, not once did you hear me.......
............ you never heard!
The inner feelings are always hidden. Beautiful poem full of love.
Sad, searching, dying remarks of love expressed without reward. Hauntingly beautiful.
For Lora... I can't believe that he didn't hear, and I don't believe your fear's true, I'd rather believe he fell speechless, and died for the love of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad poem indeed, but very well written Lora.