I love me,
Loving You.
Feeling my heart,
Torn in two.
Torn wide open by Infinite Love.
Passion,
Longing,
Adoration,
Reverence,
Awe,
Surge through me,
Till a tidal wave of
Worship,
Pulls me to my feet.
“Holy, Holy, Holy, I cry.”
Oh my God!
I am so alive,
When my heart is,
On it’s knees,
Looking up,
Upon the face of Love,
For me.
Tears pour down,
My Cheeks,
Washing my soul,
Of all that isn’t one,
With You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Connie, that's beautiful. Isn't it so true that we can only express feelings like this through poetry?