Alone. Aching. A heart breaking.
From the letters unsent, from the love untold
Thy hands hold my heart, forever longing
My love encompasses thee hundredfold
Thy love is fickle
A minute there, then forever; nowhere.
Mine’s heart is brittle
Shattered glass, none left to spare
My heart, my love, shall I never hand to thee
My love untold forevermore
Love never told, can never be
This love of ours shall be no more
For mine’s heart is ice, now ever cold
These are my letters unsent; my love untold.
Dear Kate,
Let me reply by quoting a poem by Enomoto Seifu:
At daybreak
Speaking to the blossoms
A woman all alone
XX
great poem kate..
Thanks Leo!