old wounds are mend to heal
with thy gentle touch it's surreal
the so oblivous now i feel
thou marked the words became real
poignant memories etched in my soul
my long lost forgotten; deserted goal
now re-kindled; entwined; never be sole
thy presence freed my shackled soul
_(april052011)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I LIKE THE LAST LINE VERY MUCH IT WRAPS IT ALL IT IS A BOMB AND I AM HAPPY THAT IT IS A HAPPY ENDING