The Unheard Love

You saw my face,
You cry my tears…
You put a hand upon my fears.
But, what is this love?
What is this armor?
Is this our fate to live apart?
…and we lye… and we fake…
but we never, never gave the best.
The best…
Our love, our shame,
The better part of this entire end.
This lovely end, that we fake forget…
This harmly affair, that we must forgive…
This painful thought, that I must live with.

But this is it, this is then,
This is you, and this is myself.
My truth, my pain,
My lonely being way.

But… the way you love,
The way you feel,
The way all the sounds touch your ears,
And all the ways I’ve wiped your tears.

Your fear is a big lye that I cannot unmatch with my arms,
My love is a tired heart that sooner or later will stop cry.

We lose… and we’ll see,
´Cause this life is not over…
and this love has not already been heard.:::wub:::

 

En efecto, la tristeza que deja el amor, afecta a ambos, pero lo delicioso es el camino, aunque las lagrimas nos llenen el alma, sabes? hay un foro para poemas en inglés.

Un saludo cordial de Jaime