He dumped you and left you torpsy-turvy on the ground.
But I will pick you up like a diamond soaked in mud.
My love shall rain upon your traculant state,
My noble heart shall gently touch yours in tatters;
And you shall again return your 'cool as ice' character and composure.
Don't wail, you shall shine again.
Flowers may wither in winter,
But spring will come and they will bloom again.
Even the bees shall come again looking for nectar.
And then, .only then,
I shall bid you farewell.
For you will be stronger and more stunning than any other earthly force.
You shall be swifter like the wind;
Glamorous and illuminous by makeup.
And wiser like the wisemen beyond the sun shall you be.
Don't wail, you shall shine again.
Very beautiful Peter with a profound meaning, finding incredible beauty in all around, healing with love nourishing with care, this is what I feel your fantastic poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A touching and interesting poem Peter. Nicely written.