Sometimes, what the eyes so often behold,
Tends to grow sour and cold.
Only things that matter the most,
Will cling to the shores of the heart, close.
Aloft,
Upon windy sighs.
On the forest, th' evening gathering nigh,
I doth frame forth my silent prayer,
To thee, O Maiden fine and fair.
How swift the lightning raindrops fall,
How weak the weary soul doth stall,
Withered under the scorching drops,
Convulsing like a parched crop.
Thus I lay still, drunk with absinthe,
While my love's heart bears no nepenthe.
No sorrow for the secret moan,
Nor the frosty sigh of each tearful groan.
The dewy raindrops fall like snow,
In the humid afternoon afterglow,
Of the grey sky, seeming to brighten,
But seeming to forever more darken.
Oh, Dearest One! You that I adore,
Whose starlet eyes I do long for......
I gaze up into the cerulean sky,
Longing for you, to be close to me,
Forevermore.
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Bila Retak Kota Hati: Part I - Love
PoetryWhen the City of the Heart Breaks Part I: Love & The Nightingale Verses An Anthology of Love, Loss, and Learning. A collection of Poems. (Best read in 'Hoefler' font) Cover: A Malay Girl (1953) Dato' Hoessein Enas
