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I am eighteen.
This is the most beautiful time of my life.
I love the smiles of the flowers.
And I love songs, moonlight & earth.
I love all the green trees around me.
I am eighteen.
This is the most beautiful time of my life.
Now the time has come
And I have lost all of my freedom.
My new world,
A husband who is a stranger to me.
The present has stolen all my beautiful memories of the past.
I love mountains and rivers
But he has a love for the material world.
I do not know why he is so pre-occupied with those things,
That he cannot take the time to enjoy the beauty of nature.
We live in two different worlds.
Days passed, months passed, years went by
But at night when I am alone, my feelings become my poems
I wish he could transcend from his world to mine.
My new world,
A husband who is a stranger to me.
Both my happiness and sorrow flows from the memories of my past.
I long to enjoy the rain that falls,
But I am pulled away by my duties as a wife.
The rain brings me joy,
But he is unaware.
Even when we are together, we live in two separate worlds
Yet, I am beginning to feel something for him in my heart.
Still, at night, when I am alone, my feelings become my poems
I wish he could transcend from his world to mine.
I now accept my life, and the man who was once a stranger to me.
I understand that despite the differences between his world and mine,
I will endure my pain and continue to travel along this path with him.