You Will Love Me When Its Too Late Poem by Kwalombota Neeta

I was your friend.
You told me everything and anything.
I began to notice how beautiful you are,
I fell and fell badly.
I grew a voice,
So I could tell you my thoughts.
Sadly before I could show you my heart,
I noticed another youth was involved,
Knowing I had a chance I waited my turn.
Although I kept seeing new faces undermine my reign,
Like a loyal king I waited for my queen to return.

The lord knows I know
She will love me when her heart is cold and her eyes are dry,
Why will she love me when her crown is gone and my queen is born?

I was your friend,
You told me everything and anything.
I began to notice how beautiful you are,
I fell and fell badly.
I waited for your voice
For you to tell me your thoughts,
But you didn't show me your heart.
I sadly accepted another youth
Knowing I had a chance with you I waited my turn,
Although I kept seeing new faces undermine my reign,
Like a loyal queen I waited for my king to return.

The lord knows I know
He will love me when his heart is cold and when his eyes are dry.
Why will he love me when his crown is gone and my king is born?

I am no longer able to love you,
I wish I could
But am scared you would leave me for another fool,
Why would you come now?
I know love knocks at any time
But why didn't you look at me the way you look at me now?

We love when our hearts are cold and our eyes are dry,
Why do we love when our crown is lost and fear is born?