Beauty, is in the eye of the beholder
Who holds her.
Feeling her in
Feeling her closer.
Bringing her in,
Keeping composure,
He doesn't know her.
Yet, The answers lay out open on the ground
He went into her mind and he didn't make a sound
Without words he shows her
And his actions take a vow.
How did he see
That her soul has been cleansed
Broken, renewed
It's made it's amends
But his journey
Incomplete
Difficulties of the past
Longing for the comfort
And it comes but never lasts
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But the mind
Is in the thoughts
Of a waiting open shoulder understand?
Just pretend that it was you
Your soul has made amends
Now just like me you see it too
Now what's left to unravel
Is not the beauty but the pain in
The words spoken in silence
A little part that still remains
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey, this one is very good that's for true lot of feeling into it.