Love is a sweet sorrow poem
My dreamland is full of delicate pink blossom ,
Forever sunshine in May,that fresh breezy day,
It's the only place ,his love remains and stay,
Warms my life like a golden field in Autumn .
Along with billions of stars and blue moonlight,
I see the sorrow out ,fall asleep smiling ,
Longing to meet that young man , my lost darling ,
Who have eyes and heart the most bright .
Except dreams,to no where I found belong ,
Those precious old times that he forget ,
Didn't last longer is now what I regret ,
Stuck in vows while the master has long gone.
Love is the sweetest saddest touch of fate,
Only I recognized it when too late .
