- Books, Literature, and Writing
Unequalled Love - Original Sad Poem
In my room, besides my bed
They’ll find many pages, crumbled to death
I was often found with a pen, blank pages
And thoughts of you
There is a garden seldom blossoms
A pair of flowers never happy
They miss their happiness, sunshine,
blooming petals and the scent of you.
In between the dawn and the twilight
Your memories illuminating the half-light
Is a sight to witness, when gather;
A river, some pebbles and dreams of you.
Perfect, flawless and serene
Matchless and ideal that have always been
Though lacking and missing now
Some cuddles, hugs, kisses and you.
We are not together,
Courtesy of an unequalled love
The only things that are left behind now
Some paints, a canvas, your face and me.