you are my hero
stalking words with your sword
slaying words with your style
and painting words with your pain
the dead ink in your line
soaking words in your sorrow
washing away the pain with your words
you are my hero
patiently weaving words with your hands
making a basket of words
that is displayed in the heart
for all to see
the hidden path to the soul
you are my hero
planting a garden of words
watering your words with love
with your blooming words
you created a paradise of love
you are my hero
mining the heart with words
you discovered love with words
you painted your lips with words
telling stories about love
your smile full of words
you charmed your way to the heart
where you found a well of love
you are my hero
you entered the world of dreams
embarking on a journey
to discover your soul
and recover your poem
in the forest of dreams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem