Why not?
What is it with love
why does it not find me
is it so distant that i cant see
is it the looks is something wrong with me
is it so wrong for me to love its forbidden for me to believe
to believe that there is some one out there for me
me alone to find, to seek, to have and to hold to death do us part
but part us ways I'm beginning to think my love looks the other way as i look onward
onward to nothing but a faint glimpse of whats to be
alone and cold is the life for me unless she finds me I'm lost helpless at sea
come to me i cry shaking yet motionless come to me my love we can have eternity
still no answer another day another lie i live i face the day with every regret but still with passion and hope that someday she will find me her love lost at sea
Wow....
The days when we wait for that special one to walk in...Those are indeed the painful days of our lives...But the hope that He/She will walk in one day keeps us going...
I pray to god that you have the courage to hang on that HOPE till she arrives...which should be anyday now
Overall a very good write...The emotions are very transparent...
I like it
I can relate to this very well. This is a 'fearless' poem. I'ts daring to lay your raw emotions out like this, because they far more easily damaged when exposed.
Bold, and well written. I felt this deeply.
Mocit
My thoughts on this write
Successful love is a matter of chance. Most fail while only a handful succeed. To get someone is not difficult. To stay is. I doubt if one should worry about finding the one who would care. Eventually everyone should get his (or her) match (the odds are simply to high, mathematically speaking).... What one should worry about is how to keep the relationship on for a life time. I don't think it happens naturally. A considerable amount of effort is needed.
The poem introduces a new style. There are longish sentenses which may not be liked by some readers but then who cares... A poem is an author's creation... He writes firstly for himself...
That someone else likes it is also a matter of chance...
Respectfully,
Amartya