The only thing you 'could' deny me,
Would be my next crave to desire.
And how the craving of it,
Manages to stay important to me.
I am on a path that has its own,
Unknown tasks I have yet to greet.
And thus far my journey,
Even leaves me surprised.
And 'if' you have the ability,
To deny me of being surprised...
You are also blessed to be the keeper,
Of every miracle I have lived to witness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem