The Story of a Lost Love

Ladies and gentlemen, the blues, please.

The silvery clouds caress the blue sea.

On top of the rippling waves,

The native pelicans flock.

Such intimacy reminds me that love is gone.

Anna flew across the shore as a seagull

Destined for a land of fairy tale.

Now I walk alone in the white sands of loneliness.

I gaze at the lighthouse from afar.

Whose arms will hold her until dawn?

The willow gives a sad rendition of weeping.

Love’s wild orchids no longer bloom.

And the salty wind carries away my confidence.

 

We lost vision of reality when our romance was young.

Nothing seemed impossible to us.

We built our little heaven on hopes and fantasies.

Beside the orchard gate,

We sat and counted fireflies.

Nights were laced with kisses and embraces,

Moonlight and lovers’ conversation.

How they gratified our silly hearts!

Shooting stars occasionally entered our paradise.

We never doubted our dreams.

But all this is just a blissful story of yesterday.

 

Like a faded flower on the ground,

Her love for me has completely worn out.

My heart now resides in an erotic history.

Sadness fills the place where love once dwelled.

But in my book of poetry,

The lyrics of passion will remain forever.

We used to dash through the prairie

As the grass bends in the summer breeze.

Our love was so exciting.

Now I cling to the indelible memories,

The story of a lost love.

Author's Note

From the author with love.