Lost in Translation -------------------------------------------
If only I had written
A thousand pieces
Just for her eyes,
Or painted art
Depicting her sighs
Or maybe a million
That would't lie
To you because
I'm lost in
In a moment
When I could
Have had her
It's too late
lost love for me is best expressed in words and that's when you try to find the right words and end up with just simple ones with so much emotions...
I liked the simplicity in this poem and its honesty.
Since this is a short poem, I wont go into explicit detail. But I'll share with you some thoughts :)
I like how you compare your "love" with that of art. Art has always been a beautiful medium in expression. To paint the sky with emerald fires, to wash the waves with liquid colors, to dream upon a lifeless mass...expression in any form is wonderful, but the visual aspect of Art enhances it to a larger degree.
I like how this states "Lost in Translation" considering any old text you read most likely has had that done to it. So history is lost through multitudes of languages and love is almost the same way. Through each hand it passes a bit of it drifts away, but once you find that person, they fill up your empty spaces.
Though this ends on a somewhat sad note. It still doesn't take away the meaning. I really have enjoyed reading this. Thank you