Forgive me,
My love,
If I
Couldn’t write
A love poem
About you,
And about
Your eyes.
For how
Can I write
A love poem
In this
Strange age,
In which
Poetry has
No place,
And people
Are no longer
Interested
In romance,
And in rhyme?
Forgive me,
My love,
If I
Couldn’t write
A love poem
About you,
And about
Your lips,
When children
Starve to death,
Every day,
And night.
Forgive me,
My love,
If I
Couldn’t write
A love poem
About you,
And about
Your hair,
In a world
Where words
Lost their meanings,
Their effects.
Forgive me,
My love,
If I
Couldn’t write
A love poem
About you,
And about
Your eyes,
Your lips,
And your hair.
Forgive me,
Forgive me.