When waters, still clear, <br />air, was still pure, <br />no smoke of war, <br />no wrath of time, <br />i avenged you from grave, <br />instead, offered mine. <br /> <br />I died of heart's purity, <br />to you did i offer, <br />you accused me of crimes, <br />i battled for your welfare. <br /> <br />With compassion, <br />tried to stop you from appalls <br />of their glitters; <br />but, you stabbed me furiously, <br />left me nothing without mercy. <br /> <br />i cajoled the universe <br />to cast you off hidden darkness, <br />showed you my eyes <br />of transparency, <br />gave you my heart, <br />you killed mercilessly. <br /> <br />What can i do now? <br />I am no more to offer. <br />i need my new steps <br />to begin the life of new skies, <br />which valued my person <br />with the love i proved. <br /> <br />Find me no more, <br />you wasted my tears <br />for your rising. <br />At least, i had loved you, <br />still have we loved you; <br />but, such love reciprocated <br />no return.<br /><br />Bonics Bachinela<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-no-return/
