Love is Always Waiting

 gambar sescoplo
5
Penilaian Anda: tidak ada Rata-rata: 5 (1 suara)

When I first saw and met you in that park, my lover,
I thought my eyes deceived me badly.
But then I spoke your name to Savior,
Said a prayer: God, I love her so passionately.

Your body is like an oasis in a vast desert
Your heart is like a flower needs rain
Your skin is like snow that has no dirt
Your love is like a medicine healing all the pain

Like a priest I prayed for you every hour,
to ask Him if you‘d be mine.
Since without your love, my life would be sour.

~~```~~

A year went by, I confessed you my adoration.
You were surprised but willing to be my darling.
Then we went to this park and while the birds sang my affection,
we were in our love needing.

~But then you left me though you promised to return~

Now I’ve been waiting for your return, as you promised me, my lover,
in the exquisite scenery, under the eloquence of starry skies and a bright moon.
I’ve been praying for you in this park near the river,
where I first saw your beauty under the soft sunlight of an afternoon.

This melodious tone of the singing birds, I hope you remember
when they happily play with you while you spread the macaroon
Now I’ve been waiting for your return, as you promised me, my lover,
in the exquisite scenery, under the eloquence of starry skies and a bright moon.

You left me in the heat of summer, and now it’s so cold in the winter
I fear you leave me forever and love me no longer.
No, no. Please come back to me as I do wish you not to be a sinner.
This melodious tone of the singing birds, I hope you remember.

Please come back, my dear, before the skies once again turns maroon
Be hurry, be quick! I really want you to stay by my side soon.
In the exquisite scenery, under the eloquence of starry skies and a bright moon,
where I first saw your beauty under the soft sunlight of an afternoon.

 gambar Wahmuji
5

a lover abandoned
a sin created in the eyes of hidden god,
to be fool
to be harmful
to be in the lonely park where
the short memory reheard the long painful flow

she'll come
she'll come as a branch of stagnance
in the blue evening..