I am thinking of flowers
I am thinking of butterflies
I am thinking of sweet scents
The morning dew
The places we knew
When, about love, we spoke
Now it's gone up in smoke
When, on that day, you decided
To turn away because i chided
Your chastity
Your lack of charity
In giving
Ungiving
I moved on
Left you on your own
Years in the wilderness
Now you show eagerness
I am already taken
The road to you forsaken
I feel your sweet sour pain
Time, the careless minder, makes it in vain
I am thinking of the walks in the dark
When we could have fused in the park
I am thinking of the volumes of prose i wrote
I am thinking of how my poem rings true
I am thinking of you, my lost love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written poem. Last three lines do very expressive. Beautiful poetry.