Never take to proof the false promises of the beloved
The lies she swears upon shall loose its beauty
The illusion of love I carry in my head
Beyond reality O heart don’t take me away
In soft fantasy of the night and your arms
Then I woke up like a child did I cry
The emptiness of the room where only your aroma
And perfumes of the bath from your steaming body
The promises of the last night don’t take to your heart
Alas but if I had taken her necklace in my palm
Not for me but for the necklace may
She returns to me to fulfill her promise
4/12/208
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh..some says that promises were made to be broken... but promises need not to be taken for granted..nor for the material gift.. Heart should be at stake..and commitment assigned... Nice concept..Beautiful write!