I saw someone, like star
I loved someone as of my own
I liked someone like flowers
Someone so beautiful
How I tell about that one
Days been created for the one
So as the nights for someone
Not seen seeing anyone
meetings were with me but none
the hair fragrant and face was bright like sun
eyes with all magic, the lashes like crescent
hmm she was similar like you
talking also was like you
Yes, very much like you
Naughty and nimble
But
She forgot me as you, too
Disappeared like starts
Moved away as flowers plugged
Gone, could not find any more.
Why got you shocked
It is not you I talked
I said when, it was you,
all these complaints are for, who!
This is just my expression
Will be glad if you have impression
I loved her like my own
Comments
Nice! :)
Than you very much Roman. I am happy you like it.
That is the real analysis, Rose. I am happy I have you as my reader. Very well explained. Thanks a lot.
Thanks Ada for liking the poetry, though it is immature, I know. I am just learning to learn.
I like your description of her.
Thank you for sharing, Mishaikh!
Our imagination paints a picture of a perfect beloved. We feel sad in case our expectations keep unfulfilled. We feel lost and betrayed, but we can't blame someone else except ourselves.
Do we expect too much? What a good question! But we never get an answer.
Our imagination and dreams are not the reality, but we do always hope they were fulfilled once in life.
The life writes its real stories.
Our dreams and imaginations let the soul dream, they write the stories and are the spices of our spirit and life.
What a beautiful poem again!
Your fantasy is like the deep ocean, Mishaikh.
Please, keep writing and share with us your fantasy.
Beautifully written!
Well Done Mishaikh!
Thanks for sharing!
It's always a pleasure to read your lovely writing!
Thanks Warda. Nobody, just from imagination.
So beautifully written... Heart touching, Paa.
But who? ^_*