A million questions swirl about my head
Wondering, pondering implications
If my heart will give my mind vacation
Or, this time, will logic prevail instead?
Her face clouds my thoughts each hour, each day
Her greyish blue eyes and blonde locks of hair
Rise before me like a rush of cool air
As the worries I once had fade away
Will I find peace at the end of this quest?
Will I, at the end of this present day
Be able to, with all confidence say
I’ll, forever, find shelter in her breast?
Lord knows I don’t know; But, I do know this
It’s worth all Hell, to find that kind of bliss
((September 16th,2010))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem