2008年10月23日 18:1 A LOVE POEM (15 個評論)
- Regiomontana
- 62, 美國
A LOVE POEM
¿HAY EDAD PARA AMAR?
Me pregunto constantemente
¿Quién dijo que en la madurez no se puede amar?,
el amor llega a cualquier edad.
Recuerdo el primer amor,
ese que despertó mi sexualidad
descorriendo mi velo
en la temprana edad.
Con él descubrí castillos
y duendes encantados...
Me sentía princesa
cuando estaba en los brazos
de mi príncipe enamorado.
Pasaron los días con sus noches,
acompañando los largos años...
¡El príncipe se trasformó en sapo!
Ya no existía el encanto
el amor había terminado.
Hilos de plata acarician mi cara,
mi cabello plateado
demuestran mis años.
Las arrugas de mi cara,
cual desierto agrietado por el tiempo,
encierran los secretos
de mi sufrimiento.
Llegó, sin saber cómo,
fue un regalo que Dios nos envió,
conocí el verdadero amor.
¿Quién dice que no hay pasión?
¿Que a nuestra edad
no es edad para amar?...
Ahora valoramos más
cada caricia,
cada suspiro,
cada te quiero
con la experiencia de lo vivido.
Por fin encontramos la felicidad...
Tardó en llegar
pero los dos sabemos
que Dios nos unió
al final de nuestro caminar.
Para podernos amar
sin importar la edad.
Yasmína
IS THERE AGE FOR LOVE?
I wonder constantly
Who said that at maturity can not be love?
love comes at any age.
I remember the first love,
that awakened my sexuality
descorriendo my veil
at the early age.
With him I discovered castles
and goblins are delighted ...
I felt princess
when I was in the arms
My prince in love.
They spent days and nights,
accompanying the long years ...
The prince was transformed in toad!
There was no longer the charm
The love was over.
Threads of silver caress my face,
my hair silver
show my years.
The wrinkles on my face,
which desert cracked by weather,
hold secrets
my suffering.
He came, not knowing how,
was a gift that God sent us,
I met true love.
Who said there was no passion?
What our age
Age is not to love? ...
Now we appreciate more
every caress,
every sigh,
I wish you every
with the experience of lived experience.
Finally found happiness ...
Slow in coming
but we both know
God united us
at the end of our walk.
To love podernos
no matter their age.
Yasmina
Me pregunto constantemente
¿Quién dijo que en la madurez no se puede amar?,
el amor llega a cualquier edad.
Recuerdo el primer amor,
ese que despertó mi sexualidad
descorriendo mi velo
en la temprana edad.
Con él descubrí castillos
y duendes encantados...
Me sentía princesa
cuando estaba en los brazos
de mi príncipe enamorado.
Pasaron los días con sus noches,
acompañando los largos años...
¡El príncipe se trasformó en sapo!
Ya no existía el encanto
el amor había terminado.
Hilos de plata acarician mi cara,
mi cabello plateado
demuestran mis años.
Las arrugas de mi cara,
cual desierto agrietado por el tiempo,
encierran los secretos
de mi sufrimiento.
Llegó, sin saber cómo,
fue un regalo que Dios nos envió,
conocí el verdadero amor.
¿Quién dice que no hay pasión?
¿Que a nuestra edad
no es edad para amar?...
Ahora valoramos más
cada caricia,
cada suspiro,
cada te quiero
con la experiencia de lo vivido.
Por fin encontramos la felicidad...
Tardó en llegar
pero los dos sabemos
que Dios nos unió
al final de nuestro caminar.
Para podernos amar
sin importar la edad.
Yasmína
IS THERE AGE FOR LOVE?
I wonder constantly
Who said that at maturity can not be love?
love comes at any age.
I remember the first love,
that awakened my sexuality
descorriendo my veil
at the early age.
With him I discovered castles
and goblins are delighted ...
I felt princess
when I was in the arms
My prince in love.
They spent days and nights,
accompanying the long years ...
The prince was transformed in toad!
There was no longer the charm
The love was over.
Threads of silver caress my face,
my hair silver
show my years.
The wrinkles on my face,
which desert cracked by weather,
hold secrets
my suffering.
He came, not knowing how,
was a gift that God sent us,
I met true love.
Who said there was no passion?
What our age
Age is not to love? ...
Now we appreciate more
every caress,
every sigh,
I wish you every
with the experience of lived experience.
Finally found happiness ...
Slow in coming
but we both know
God united us
at the end of our walk.
To love podernos
no matter their age.
Yasmina
2008年11月5日 12:57Re: A LOVE POEM
First Lady
40, 羅馬尼亞
2008年11月7日 23:30Re: A LOVE POEM
My Love for Him!
by Joseph
Love is a gamble,
and your heart is the dice.
So before you roll,
you'd better think twice.
So here's my dilema,
I love him, do I take the gamble?
Should i go for it,
and just hope my heart doesn't get trampled?
Or should i sit waiting,
with a spec of hope.
Wondering instead of asking,
just afraid he'll say "nope."
Can you help me,
just tell me what to do?
Can you assure me,
he'll say, "I Love you, too."?
Well nobody can decide but me,
what will I do?
Guess we'll find out,
but right now i have no clue.
by Joseph
Love is a gamble,
and your heart is the dice.
So before you roll,
you'd better think twice.
So here's my dilema,
I love him, do I take the gamble?
Should i go for it,
and just hope my heart doesn't get trampled?
Or should i sit waiting,
with a spec of hope.
Wondering instead of asking,
just afraid he'll say "nope."
Can you help me,
just tell me what to do?
Can you assure me,
he'll say, "I Love you, too."?
Well nobody can decide but me,
what will I do?
Guess we'll find out,
but right now i have no clue.
2008年11月10日 15:44Re: A LOVE POEM
tnv40
30, Minsk, 白俄羅斯
you are a must for me, you never know
i keep your name in my mind as a nail
your eyes getting more bigger as they get bigger
you are a must for me, you never know
i am heating inside of me with you
Trees are getting ready for autumn
this city is that old Istanbul?
clouds are torn aparts in darkness
street lights are immediately flashing
over sidewalks, the smell of rain
you are a must for me, you are absent
to love is sometimes a rather disgraceful fear
man gets tired all of a sudden in an evening
captive, with living over straight razor
sometime, breaks his hands, his passion
takes out a few lives in his lifetime
whichever door he knocks sometimes
behind him, whistle of the naught silence of loneliness
a poor gramphon plays in Fatih
from ancient times a Cuma* plays
standing in the corner, i would listen non-stop
i would bring an untouched sky to you
weeks are crumbled in my hands
what shall i do, what shall i hold on, where shall i go
you are a must for me, you are absent
maybe you are blue dotted child in june
Ah noone knows you, noone knows
a ship leaks from your deserted eyes
maybe you are taking an aeroplane in Yesilkoy
wholly got wet, your hair shudder
maybe you are blind, broken, in a hurry
Bad winds are carrying away your hair
whenever i think of living a life
maybe hard in this wolves table..
without a shame, though without getting our hands dirty
whenever i think of living a life
i start with your name, with saying Silence
your secret seas are moving inside of me
No, it wont happen in other ways
you are a must for me, you never know...
i keep your name in my mind as a nail
your eyes getting more bigger as they get bigger
you are a must for me, you never know
i am heating inside of me with you
Trees are getting ready for autumn
this city is that old Istanbul?
clouds are torn aparts in darkness
street lights are immediately flashing
over sidewalks, the smell of rain
you are a must for me, you are absent
to love is sometimes a rather disgraceful fear
man gets tired all of a sudden in an evening
captive, with living over straight razor
sometime, breaks his hands, his passion
takes out a few lives in his lifetime
whichever door he knocks sometimes
behind him, whistle of the naught silence of loneliness
a poor gramphon plays in Fatih
from ancient times a Cuma* plays
standing in the corner, i would listen non-stop
i would bring an untouched sky to you
weeks are crumbled in my hands
what shall i do, what shall i hold on, where shall i go
you are a must for me, you are absent
maybe you are blue dotted child in june
Ah noone knows you, noone knows
a ship leaks from your deserted eyes
maybe you are taking an aeroplane in Yesilkoy
wholly got wet, your hair shudder
maybe you are blind, broken, in a hurry
Bad winds are carrying away your hair
whenever i think of living a life
maybe hard in this wolves table..
without a shame, though without getting our hands dirty
whenever i think of living a life
i start with your name, with saying Silence
your secret seas are moving inside of me
No, it wont happen in other ways
you are a must for me, you never know...
2008年11月14日 5:55What I Love About You
I love the way you look at me,
Your eyes so bright and blue.
I love the way you kiss me,
Your lips so soft and smooth.
I love the way you make me so happy,
And the ways you show you care.
I love the way you say, "I Love You,"
And the way you're always there.
I love the way you touch me,
Always sending chills down my spine.
I love that you are with me,
And glad that you are mine.
Your eyes so bright and blue.
I love the way you kiss me,
Your lips so soft and smooth.
I love the way you make me so happy,
And the ways you show you care.
I love the way you say, "I Love You,"
And the way you're always there.
I love the way you touch me,
Always sending chills down my spine.
I love that you are with me,
And glad that you are mine.
2008年11月14日 7:25Re: What I Love About You
I like it,thank you..








2008年10月31日 11:29Re: A LOVE POEM
Ripped out from my chest, left to decay
Since you left and said goodbye
just can 't seem to make it through the day.
My safe haven, where we used to meet
is a deserted sanctuary nowadays
I can 't bear to go there all alone
and be reminded of you in so many ways.
My heart is bleeding crimson tears
I fail to understand how an adult male like you
can allow a third party to come in between
slander my name and tell you what to do.
In the mirror I see a shadow, a strange reflection,
a hollow version of the woman I used to be
Thin, pale, tired and bewildered
You were my angel, no other man will do for me.