He never bought her roses
Never said she was sweet
No gifts to delight her
No fine lines to greet
Never said the words he wanted to say
He loved his lover in strange own his way
No promise he gave her
For scare might they break
Though seldom they strolled near
The woods by the lake
Fought now and then at the time
When he missed her
In thoughts he would hug her
And sometimes he kissed her
In grasslands of lovers he was so naive
He loved his lover in strange own his way
He knew he was awful
But still he was thinking
Beneath the wane moon
He was slowly sinking
Seeking for answers why she was away
He loved his lover in strange own his way
We all love in strange ways, but we use the fiction of flowers, cards and niceties to express that which is difficult, if not impossible to express. Well thought our poem. I am all about nice when I am not plundering. Crap, the first three numbers on the submit came up 666. I am sending anyway, wish me luck.
it migth be a 1 sided love....1 sided love is always painful. lines are so touchy.....
A page out of Alberto Moravia-like twisted he/she relationships a common enough phenomenon, not often seen expressed poetically, kudos for this effort. highlights and underlines such a hugely important issue, it is so often swept under the heavy stifling carpet of tradition and hyped up unseemliness. Contextually rich and intriguing nice....liked
nice and strange poem.....lyked it for its strangness......kp going....
Even though his love was strange beneath that exterior lied a love that was true. Some people really don't know how to express love. He only drove her away by not expressing that love. Love comes to us and we throw it all away. Please read my poem Love Scorned, Love Forlorned Enjoyed it.
sincerity of love demands only happiness of her/his beloved, nothing else..he is pure by heart in his love, may be... He knew he was awful But still he was thinking Beneath the wane moon He was slowly sinking Seeking for answers why she was away He loved his lover in strange own his way..heart rendered lines
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many men are unable to express themselves, which is a shame as it so often leads to misunderstandings and broken relationships.