In my hand...

***
In my hand is grasped a heart
How strange it becomes-
That on the banks of the river
A light breeze bellows.

Maybe you'll disappear,
Like the sickness of the beast -
I know that you love her,
She awaits you at the gate.

I will turn around and leave you , 
But today, stay with me.
I am sorry for not calling you, 
Our life seemed so empty.

Leave me now or never, 
I have forgiven  you of all things: 
We can go back to the beginning 
Unless that is too much for you to bare.


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I liked your poem! It's very perfect and has true reality

Ольга Дулепа   07.09.2014 12:50     Заявить о нарушении
Oh, thank you veeeery much!!!

Жанна Ло   07.09.2014 14:03   Заявить о нарушении