Come Back to Love

Lover is waiting for the beloved to come back

Come back to love,

My mind without you floats alone,

Like the gypsy clouds,

With no address above.

 

I will be your umbrella when it rains,

And the warmth in winter,

Your sleep will I be,

In the sleepless nights.

 

Like a baby weep I for the memories past,

When as hushed as cone you were,

Buried the good old days are like Egyptian mummies,

All as the archaic Troy seems to be lost.

 

It may you be,

Or me to be held responsible,

Perhaps it’s the time and its cruel hand,

That has erected a Wall of China between you and me.

 

Come back to love, my heart for you cries ever,

Wish I for Marquezian magic realism to step in,

Or a dues ex machina solving the problems with the blink,

Feel my pain or ask Alethia for truth ‘my dear’.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

You put forth a lot of places to describe the mood in this one...yet I do believe this is needing --- a rewrite to capture the theme and the conviction of the lover in waiting...but each their own...this is your work...

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

Thank you so much for your comment and suggestion.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

You're welcome...I liked the first one of yours...and it offered much --- I believe you can make them better and give it the same sparkle as the first one...

[Michael Oliver]

So much desperation in this piece as you zip through the various pantheons withing your mind to ease the pain. Been there done that oh so many times - a searching for the magic solution or salve .

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

Thank you so much for your time in reading it and commenting on it.