I found my heart
after all these years
but it’s not the same heart
it’s an older heart
it’s a gentler, pleasing, Peaceful
and understandable heart
it laughs when it’s sad
it understands
when it can’t
comprehend
it pleases
even though
it’s in pain
the heart that bleeds
With tears
This tired heart
tell's me
Over and over again
that’s what
love Is! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mr. Resendes: You're undoubtedly a sweet person, but you know nothing about what constitutes a poem. Try reading John Ciardi's excellent book HOW DOES A POEM MEAN?