In the heart
is the tears of man's eyes
The stomach receives the flood
of its pained product.
Who can but see
from the surface feign bold
the tender point of fault
of otherwise warrior of courage.
Only one with care tender genuine
and lens strong to pierce
the facade of boldness that mask
love born true and true
(Sunday 23rd May,2004,11.55 pm)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful love poem written with clarity of thought and mind. A beautiful creation.
Thank you sir. I appreciate