I wished I never stared at yr picture
That November afternoon waiting for the rain to stop
Staring at those sparkling blue eyes
And that smile drive anybody wild
My heart was it the crossfires
And as years go by
A thousand poems have been written
As a million dreams play anew
Wondering if you would love me
but then again, you probably hate poetry
And that you have someone
I guess I wasted my energy on them
Once more, I left alone among the faces
In the crowd
Blue is an interesting color. It is there with the sun and the rain!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely depicted verse of love dear poet