Young William and young April
Met in the park one day.
Young William said to April,
'Why did you come this way? '
Young April said to William,
'I thought I might see you.'
Young William, then to April,
'It's funny, what you do.'
Young April gave to William
A sweet, young childhood kiss.
Young William said to April,
'Don't bother me like this.'
Young April stood in silence,
Not knowing what to do.
Then young William turned away.
Young April, torn in two.
Young William said, 'Don't follow me.'
Away from her he fled.
April then, sat down and cried,
And wished that she was dead.
William never came again.
At least, for many years.
Fearful that young April still,
Might be there shedding tears.
William walked the park again.
It seemed just like before.
Wondering if he might see her.
Young April, there once more.
Young William never noticed.
The roses hid it well.
The place they found Young April.
The place she used to dwell.
beautiful piece.. your poetry is always well thought out and planted..
Poor young april, i felt for her. She deserved better. Thanks for sharing of your talent again :)
Men always hanker for the things he don't have. If some beautiful person comes on his/her own accord he tries to ignore him/her............This game of ego is beautifully portrayed in your poem......Good Write......
I think we all look back at the moments of our youth and the ones we chose to ignore. And we wonder what if...
the classic melancholy of love...beautifully put a simple beautiful ode to love we ll be in touch tc sat
Aww, so touching and filled with such sadness. Your words always captivating and draws the reader in. Amazing piece.
I like this one. So often we turn from our true love out of fear or immaturity and somehow; live to later regret that we never took that chance. Like it..like it..like it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's a beautiful ballad... Roses well know to show the love with aromas, and also successfully hide the love with help of the prickles...10... Tsira