A Traveler’s Heart

About a hundred cities did I travel,

about a thousand people I did meet,

in a mystic way I still hear the song that they sing,

about love and heartbreaks, about evil and the good, about the horror and terror,

about a dozen mountains I have climed,

with beautiful people I have rhymed,

the deep ocean that your eyes had with a shiny pearl so nice and fine,

no love I did’nt see the tempest like that again,

what a mystery it is every morning I still have your fragrance on my clothes, 

it’s been years but I still remember every single word,

let the wealth be of riches 

and fate be of poor,

let the beauty be of the sly,

but the only thing I desire let the memory of love be my,

the fresh air of a thousand cities I had felt,

hundreds of books in nineteen languages I had read, 

still the language your actions spoke was so unknown,

I felt your arms were my only home

 I traveled into white and sandy deserts, and found about a dozen treasures,

but love, none seems to give me some pleasure,

my eyes still seem to have complaints all on your name,

the love again went astray,

to the stories my heart sings I can’t still escape from it

Saying goodbye was a  brave deed I think,

here I smile even while I cry in pain and grief,

for you my love… 

but you sit there up in the sky, smile when I cry, even when the heaven  does  sigh,

oh love so long have I traveled, so far have I come,

now I no long have strength to talk about love,

but a thing I assure, love will never die nor will it betray like you did,

it will stay in heart and even after it is torn apart,

no measure of time seems enough,

 so here I stand ,

looking at the ocean and feeling the storm in heart, 

the love will live even when I die,

 forever and further……