I hold out
hoping for your hand
I would trade a thought
for any number of times
I said your name
is till this breath
catches a soft crease of your hair
I am your maniac
flowers gently flow
no longer than I kiss your face
crowding the fear
you might disappear
I rebuke any rejection
that climbs resentment
my mind is out
my love, faith is holding out
hoping for your hand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful! ! Well written..................................Louis