For they are the tears of a clown...

Love, sometimes there is never a winner

 Oh, mon chéri Je t'aime tellement!

Oh my darling I love you so!
I cry deep within each night

For my heart is with you
My soul, yours
Though God knows
I have tried to fight.

These tender moments
Moments that I alone must bare
When all is quiet
My tears are beyond repair.

Hush... Dormir...

I whisper to the moon
Dormir.. Sleep..

Yet I can not
For in sleep comes dreams
Of you my love
Of what we used to be.

And I weep..

For what was
What is now gone
A love so gentle
Like the softest of love song.

Heart broken, I stare up at the moon
It speaks to me
The words gently moving towards me
Oh how dark the night stays.

As my tears fall slowly down
The brightness beams down on me
The words come forth
Ah yes...

Car ce sont des larmes d'un clown ...

Yes...


For they are the tears of a clown...

Author's Note

(Oh, mon chéri Je t'aime tellement!)
Oh, my darling I love you so much!

(Dormir...)
Sleep
(Car ce sont des larmes d'un clown ...)
For they are the tears of a clown...

Reviews

[Patches I'm not so new..]

This is powerful and shows an amazing depth of feeling you touch, in this poem, the essence of a love that is unrequited and do it with such feeling such clarity that believe it or not I felt that I was the persona. You, howevwer have a knack for doing just that making the reader become part of the poem drawing the reader into the story and That my dear Gumba is the mark of a true poet---Nuff said!

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. It told a sad story. I like the addition of the french words. Sometime we must play the clown. Better to give then take even with the possibility of disappointment. A very strong ending to a excellent poem. Your poetry always is a pleasure to read.
Coyote