Why a million lines for what the simplest of words will do?
A I love you, honest, easy, simple, yet we try so hard a elaborate way to describe what just can't be any other then this way.
It's not a galaxy we are trying pull in.
A simple ordinary feeling of the heart that brings such extreme emotion.
A pledge to unending devotion.
An flattery of effects.
Feeling a concubines desire.
Lusting for the words that only purest of heart can draw.
Crippling an angel with mere whisper of it.
His wings our now yours.
The great sacrifice to endure.
An gift to ones body, heart, and mind for that is all one ever has.
These gifts freely given, are not always so freely given
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem