Poezja

Sad for the days to come without you
Sad for the times and life I knew
Sad for the rose whose bloom has fell
Sad, for this day has been my hell
Sad for longing and love we once had
Sad that's it's gone now -Sad that you're sad
Sad without my dearest, sweet
And for lips that nevermore will meet
Missing that which almost was
And yet I wonder, for what cause?
What's left is fear for only one
The one is not me, yet what is to come.