I feel her scan my mind’s domain
Deftly, searching in my brain
She flicks through thoughts with gentlest ease
As pages turning in a breeze,
Like rolling waves on a summer’s tide
Unfurling, opening, flat and wide,
My mind is now an open book
All thoughts laid out for her to look.
But what, at last, has she uncovered?
My secrets, are they all now discovered?
All she had to do was ask
For truths are such a simple task.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Honesty is the best policy. This poem has it's absolute message of truth to convey. Our eyes are the windows to our soul? Keep writing, Paul for our great pleasure. Thanks for sharing.