A rumor that I'm still in love with you
persists among the people of this town.
A few of them insist that it is true,
but nobody can pin the rumor down.
Those were the days, back when we were in love;
there was no couple happier than we.
I thought that you were sent from up above,
an angel fabricated just for me.
Then came the day that you chose to depart;
you'd found another man to take my place,
and I was left with just my shattered heart,
and tears of anguish streaming down my face.
This cheerful face I wear is just an act;
that really is no rumor; it's a fact.
I like your poem. It reminded me of the old, 'Don't let 'em see you sweat' Especially in matters of love
Anais, thank you very much for the comment. I love your stories of campus life.
I hold this confession of my friend' broken heart in quiet dignity to be thought about on long and lonely rides---top marks and favorited
speaking as a cowgirl who met many a cowboy---the best cowboys are very devoted to the woman they finally fall in love with... the cowboy who rides many miles to tend to cattle are very steadfast in their emotions --the rodeo cowboy is another breed all togetherpve
Ok, pardner, I've done the research and NOW I 'come on bended knee(s) ' to say: 'Damn it. YOU seem to be correct! ! ! (cont.)
Thanks for commenting, Rajan. Rumors can be true or untrue whether or not you are sincere,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Has a cowboy poetry feel, with those wide open spaces of loneliness, because nobody can pin down who would start a rumor like that.
Denis, thank you for the comment.