Many a night my mind is set free to wander a mess of thoughts,
a web of dreams and reality, truth and lies, deception and mistrust.
One would think it obvious not to open a sealed wound,
or is a chance missed a chance lost?
Subjection to mental pain and tombs of emotion, blackening,
a darkened sky by heart-piercing arrows, bent on torture.
Yet amongst the hidden light and cancerous imagination,
A white rose amongst a field of black shines ever so brighter.
A rope to escape the keep of my mind,
A key to unlock the door that blocks my path,
To lift the ever increasing weight of doubt,
Real truth amongst the dreams, she is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.........................I Love You ?