Sunday of Love

Endless Night

                                                                                                                         

Lonely endless night

goes unnoticedly 

exhausted body

pleading for rest

heading to bed

sharing sorrow

with pillows and bed

seeming to be

reasonable indeed

but they refuse 

to hear

what I have to say. 

So many things I want, 

So many songs I could sing, 

So many poems I could write, 

So many dreams I could dream 

There's so much to tell you,

So much love to give you, 

I could give myself to you. 

You said you're not good for me, 

That I'd better forget you,

But it seems to be impossible 

There's no other word 

but love, in my vocabulary 

Can't be happy 

as when we were together 

There's no time 

There's no place

Being friends 

as we were before,

Is all we can have?