I proffered my heart and love
to you once, twice, you declined
My heart ached, retreated
hurt, wounded, limping away
I would have thought of us
as the highest of romances
something musical, poetic
something truly beautiful
yet still you declined
my heart and love alike
so there were I alone
with this thought and this dream
where you accepted
I hope I sleep again
and dream such a dream
Mike, don't feel bad i've striked a million times before. So, don't give up like i did
True love is never smooth, you have to keep at it, and new lover is trickier. If you love her, hang on in there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And that's the beauty of love, comes always with surprises.5***