Who can see what the hearts bear
haste not for its time to
calm and retire in peace
Who can hear what the hearts whisper
sure not for its time to
listen and hear the pain leaving
Who can touch what the hearts hold
be ware not, for its time to
gather and gaze the light into your sight
Who can feel what the hearts deem
amaze not for its time to
arouse and astound the winds of change
Who can remember what the hearts affirm
mention not for its time to
witness and watch the past hovering away
Who can show what the hearts know
discover not for its time to
test and weigh waters rushing into life
Who can reach what the hearts hide
follow not for its time to
percieve and accept what the destiny brought
Who can give what the hearts wish
sell not for its time to
pray and appeal to your creator
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good writing, thanks, I like it.