The way to the stars is precarious.
Not many find love.
But when fate draws and beckons, various
Pathways emerge. Above
The clatter and din of daily affairs
There is heard a small
Voice of future hope, someone starts to care
Sees us as adorable.
If we love what they show we're halfway there.
Treasure this needing.
Assess it, and know what it is that's rare.
Hold it in esteem.
Any love that calls forth wish for sharing
A dream, being halfway,
Impels us to take every bearing
So we must not delay
In reaching our star's gate.
Love will be waiting.
A wonderful uplifting poem Fay, make one feel good to be alive, 10 Lynda xx
a great write fay...love truely is the pathfinder...path and he himself, , an inspiring write-10
What A wonderfull poem, you are truly gifted, i am new to this site and you are the first poet that i have read, which is great, as i am glad it was a good poem to start me off, the ending is just perfect. love WordSlave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a beautiful write madame.