You are an arrow
piercing my heart
with glowing joy,
rivalled only
by undying passion.
What I am
is all I have,
given to you
in this simple package...
Green eyes
that see everything,
reveal nothing,
but say so much.
Sharp teeth
biting back words,
smiling at your name,
invading my friend's
lonely tears.
Simple dreams
of happier tomorrows
shared with you
in deep abandon.
So - you, my dream,
are all I could want...
but all I have
to give to you
is what I am.
19/5/08
an eruditic - piercing piece... I look forward to more... a late welcome to PH... aroha
To what i am, The simplistics of this write paints a beautiful picture.Your writings are similiar to someone i know.Amazingly close in feeling as well. Keep, up your fine work it appears to be a labor of love. Dreams are sometimes all we have to hold on to From Who I am.
Love is faith, to dream, to hope. And this poem speaks to all three - faith, hope, love dreams - and that's everything that the human heart longs for, and needs. Great! ! ! !
Hi Viola, I thought this was beautiful and expresses how unsure we are in love and how vulnerable. Thanks
that is all you need to give my friend. just you nothing more nothing less. good job. Becca
Green eyes sharp teeth this is such a lovely piece regards Tom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'all I have to give to you is what I am.' That Viola is a great deal indeed. Beautifully done and very romantic. Who would not want to be called a 'dream.' How wonderful to be called that. Great poem.