Tonight I Can Write....(Tribute To Pablo Neruda) Poem by Norden Lama

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
No one can stop this night from withering away,
And I cannot stop my heart, mourning for the lost love.
Grieving profoundly for the irreparable loss.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I will never see love for me in her eyes.

She used to say, she wouldn't live without me'
And today she is ain't ready to just think about me.

It's a cloudy night and cold breeze is blowing against me.
Seems it's going to rain... seems I am going to cry.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
That she is happy with some body else.

Through nights like this one, I held her in my arms,
I kissed her again and again under endless sky.

It was just like this night... but there were stars embroidered all over it.
I ran to her and she hugged me with every love she could pour on me.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
No stars tonight, no she, that she broke me and my hope.

Fearfull were these nights when I as young.
Painful are these, these days, more immense without her.

Its like the soul of earth has gone.
And so my soul loosing her.

Nothing Is there like before,
She changed and so drifted me to be sad and unsatisfied forever.

Like this night...
I too was a silent and gentle man.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
That I couldn't change her mind.

That I had to let her go...
And she left me with a reason to cry every night...