There was a time,
when I waited to see,
if you would come.
Endless nights of restless sleep,
until I became numb,
of all feeling,
for I realised,
you were never coming,
you were only ever interested
in what you considered the bigger prize.
Or you thought that she was
in all her beauty,
but she never gave you what you really wanted,
that was emotional security.
For she had a heart of stone,
and the only love she had was for herself.
You delved into your work,
the only consolation that was not on the shelf.
So my wait was over.
Now I sleep like a baby.
It is funny how sometimes love
can drive you crazy.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem