What can I write about when all words fail me
And my emotion is at its height
When, bereft of words and left with purest feeling
On looking for words, I find them kneeling
Because what they attempt to describe is there In purest form
And whilst each second of emotion is new
Words now seem old and worn
Except the words which arise not from the mind
But from the soul
And in their single singularity do their best
To describe the whole
Words such as love, and peace, and truth
And on reflection I find all these words describe,
And are,
One
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice one...loved it..
thanks :)