My darling, you are the source,
You are reason these lines flow,
You make the poet in me grow.
I could not be better than this,
It is pure heavenly bliss,
Everything you say and do,
I find my poems in you.
They run across my mind,
colorful lines aligned,
Flying across my fingers,
On the nib they linger,
Land on the paper so white,
Fill the pages with light.
And then I look at them
In awe, surprised, wondering
Words happy, sad and amusing
Where did they come from?
I know not where they were
Born, born from you my dear,
From the faith you feed me,
Born from the seeds you sow in me,
From the love you made me see.
A very special poem for a special person. I love the flow and how you were inspired by the gift of love you have been given. 10 more love from me.....Karin
Everything was born from something else. This poem tells us the source of the inspiration of its author. They both are nice.
waaaaaw the first part is so very beautiful... i cannot describe it this poem of yours...
fine love poem, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
Very nicely written.Inpirations are devine bringing out these art forms sometime deep from sub conscious
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems too are born out of inspiration! It is true.