Things my love thought me : My Love Poem
Every summer there's comes a story,
A story which was so lovely,
Full of fancy and dare enough to say I 'am so sorry.
Life was beautiful,
And thought, It always be beautiful,
But sadly, she wasn't here to share
It wasn't a mistake, for the pain I earned in search of pair.
Before the day, there was no such thing calling fear,
The tree was there, same throughout the year,
I never felt the missing of "something" anywhere,
Life was just a life,
So as like day to night
It wasn't a mistake; everything was waiting for just a single midnight.
As the cold comes, life looks back for the days light,
Doesn't want to get caught by all these dim light
I'm not wishing for its back,
I won't ask for such a little sack.
Now I know what means to live a life,
Now I see the missing values in day to night.
More than the value of past sunlight
It wasn't a mistake, which taught me how to love my own life.
Note: There might be a grammratical mistake so please do correct me
It wasn't a Mistake - Poem On Love
A story which was so lovely,
Full of fancy and dare enough to say I 'am so sorry.
Life was beautiful,
And thought, It always be beautiful,
But sadly, she wasn't here to share
It wasn't a mistake, for the pain I earned in search of pair.
Before the day, there was no such thing calling fear,
The tree was there, same throughout the year,
I never felt the missing of "something" anywhere,
Life was just a life,
So as like day to night
It wasn't a mistake; everything was waiting for just a single midnight.
As the cold comes, life looks back for the days light,
Doesn't want to get caught by all these dim light
I'm not wishing for its back,
I won't ask for such a little sack.
Now I know what means to live a life,
Now I see the missing values in day to night.
More than the value of past sunlight
It wasn't a mistake, which taught me how to love my own life.
Note: There might be a grammratical mistake so please do correct me
It wasn't a Mistake - Poem On Love