Tomorrow and always wondering
To ponder within an inner mine;
Whence mine may offer to pretend
Merely wishing with one penny
Bartering, in haste
In hope, when mine will never have an end
In empty sheets once laid upon a weary head
Weak in spirit
To a place where dreams of Mine,
Becomes the flame beyond the bed
She beckons, A charming temptation
Unless believes 'mine, ' Returning home at last
Shall become nothing more,
Than a pleasure from a glance
Though a favor, in this, has come to pass
She, so ever sweet
Once upon a memory
Wakes Mine' In Spirit that never sleeps
Truly an angel
To awaken amid such an inner peace
Rests in Mine' Her that lingers
Before Mine in dreams; We meet
(12/26/2021)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem