You Weren’T Mad Like Me.

You’re an image in the mirror of my heart;
An ever needed image that I cannot part,
From the door of my heart and dream
where my love was flowing like a stream
Over the barren brink of your parched life,
But you coudn’t hear as you were deaf;
The heart touching voice of my ripple
That I wanted to be the sweet apple,
Of your ever shining and comely eyes
But I wandered throu’ your skies,
Floated throu’ the trackless path of sadness
Without life, hopes, dreams or happiness
And in my life never I saw a dazzling light,
Nor did I see a full moon at night
But dazed like a child seeing nightmare
You coudn’t see my feeling that I laid bare
Why coudn’t you open your heart for me?
Why did you forsake me alone in your sky?
Open my heart whenever you meet me,
Somewhere in this world and see,
how I cared your face in my heart,
And who were to me in my heart
You could have loved me for I was not bad
But you didnt love me as you weren’t mad
Like me….
Like me….