There is a girl,
She's standing there all alone.
My opportunity is there and yet I can't move.
I can't speak...
darkness penetrates my body to freeze.
Why can't I approach this woman?
Does she have a force field surrounding her?
Does the light shine from her so brightly I can not see where to go?
Like a soul trying to reach heaven
and yet blinded by the insignificant
light that surrounds it's path to Eden?
Is She my Eden? ? ?
Mother of Life, sweet embrace
Does my child heath from
thy Golden breast of purity,
Nurtured by Wisdom
and captured with Love.
Is she a shear,
none other by the flowers that bloom.
Or a single petal that is relinquished
by beauty that needs to hide
form the world from it's hatred.
To hide from me…..
Am I Hate?
Is this why it's so hard?
I See her as a Woman,
but like every other girl.
Shallowed by greed and money.
Comes a side willing to
Understand you…..
To love you……
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting series Empath, it certainly helps having some, without it, we are all lost. She sounds like a woman to die for....but don't please. Smiling at you, tai