There comes a time in many relationships,
Believe me, I’m old
I know,
Where one questions themselves
One the words “till death”
Physical death?
The death of love?
The death of a friendship
Of a relationship or courtship
Till death refers to the birth of boredom
When your lover is just your friend
And his arms are but a simple pillow
So, you don’t feel quiet so alone
While returning home after a date
He is not sick
And he is not dead
And he will surly be around
To have and to hold
Till death
Because he loves you
You once said you loved him.
But you yourself have died
Over time
Out of boredom
So you decide,
Look in the eyes of every man you meet
Give him that look
Please doctor, revive me
Bring me back to life
So I can live again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem