Do you know I still cry
each night into my pillow,
drifting off to sleep
beneath the weeping willow.
Tears fill the night
with sorrow as my friend,
hoping that tomorrow
the pain will finally end.
But each night that falls
and even throughout my day,
the tears they still come
seems they never go away.
It's like I'm missing something
deep inside my being,
this was and is true love
not a feeling that was fleeing.
I love you my sweet
my precious dove,
Is there not room enough
in your heart for my love.
Or am I wasting these tears
that I cry...
forever lost in you
and the day we said goodbye.
by eL.trybe
copyrights 2012
A sorrow-felt and stinging poem of love lost and the pain endured. I appreciate the rhyming scheme you developed in this wonderful poem.