The sound of footsteps
Echoed round the wall
The love's death
Cast blight on my all
Years of being left out in the sin
Rusts my thin heart within
Please
Give me a chance
Threw the flashlight beam
Into my heart
Your glance
(2008/9/25)
The glance of death.........when your in deep love, is what they used to call......nice work bro.
Very Nice. The poem hints at fraility, perhaps man's nature in such a state: love?
Very nice! ! This poem is wonderful! ! please continue to inform me when you write more.... I love your writings! ! ! ! ! ! !
Ah, She'll be back with her special glance, to give you another chance - at this romance! Great read Shiraz! ! *10*! ! Friend Thad
i love the lines 'the love's death cast blight on my all' it speaks volumes about the impact of lost love good job =)
it's amazing how bright the light when seen through desire's eyes...lovely write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When a man is touched by love, uncontrollable light clears the heart, pure love holds a man...changing his personality relentlessly. a 10.