Today i am your enemy.
But you used to be my child.
And where once lived love
indifference now resides
Ah but the penalty for love is grief,
Loves bitter gift.
A penalty never fully paid
For Grief never stops,
But it changes.
It is a journey to start,
But never to end
it does not end,
grief endures.
but with time it changes
It lessens,
It lingers,
It fades…..
It changes,
And until you see the light
i can but wait for you,
I will wait for you { in the darkness.}
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem