Take my hand
And walk with me into the sunlight;
We’ll take the poetry of Keats
And the poetry of Yeats,
We’ll pray beside flowers
And walk through sacred gates
Of a new beginning
Where every hurt is healed
And dissipates.
I’ll find child-like innocence
In your eyes,
And I promise to believe
That love will never die.
Another beautiful poem! Loved the keats/yeats lines....This one is sweet but not overly gooey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well done. I thought the rhyme fit well in the poem.