Your sweet smiles betokened your love on me
and were the cause of the eloquence of my head.
Being an ardent admirer of your beauty
Your looks of contrition smoothed the harsh words said
You could hurl me out of your heart or fiercely hate
yet my love for you, though beaten, wouldn't be dead.
You whispered my worth to all the years at a fast rate
But when I sought you to speak, you look proud.
Heal the cracks in my heart with a kiss, my lovely mate.
self pitied.....narcisistic and ugly poem...just showing no feelings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem on love having thrilling expression is well executed and amazingly shared. Thanks for sharing.