The poet had gone
But lover was there
I am not alone
Because you are here
Again the cold
Again the pain
Dignity is sold
I did know what I gain
I want to be touched
By your love and your pain
Feel me now and do it again
I need the feeling will be searched
You came to me in dreams
Come to me again
Look at my tears
And dry that painful rain
Be mine one more time tonight
One more breath on my hair
I would be your delight
But would be it fair?
Again you’ve gone
The heart was alone
The dark play was done
But have I to go?
“Could the death be sweet?”
I’ll ask you one day
“The kiss may and meet”
Then you will say
So tell me one thing
Why’s love tart?
What does it mean
to have broken heart?
January 2009
Linlin's Poetry 