#poetry #prompt #06 There is no love;there is no faith,
There is no one; who makes me feel alive.
There is no way; there is no ray,
There is no one; who makes me smile.
Why did you let me go?
Did you find in me any flaw?
Harsh as mistral wind, is she?
Without caring the native
residents, that blows free.
Temperament as steep and
Immovable through any drifts.
Impels heart that loved her rather say,
She is soft and pulpy as a clay.
Voice I catch,as a water rolling down,
From spring with soft murmur sound.
Always refreshing and appealing,
Reason for the heart bound.
Beauty reminds me of morning
Cherish and make up with
O dear,hope of arrival is
enough for my survival.
Breaks for her ephemeral
ignorance my love not so
Not so shoppy yet, forced to accept me
for my compassion.
That’s why going apart, still waiting by
something more than affection