Your voice eased my torment,
The second I heard it.
My broken jigsaw of a heart clicked into place,
And I saw a more complete picture
The heated curse of confusion
Rolling and drumming inside me
Morphed into a wild, healing thing.
You helped me hold on.
You offered me hope.
Then, you made happiness burst from me
Here was a man,
Strong and kind,
For me to hold in my healing heart,
To bring me joy,
To bring me understanding,
Of the wholeness a woman can feel
When she hears loving words
From the man who saved her.
Even if you have to cut me loose (please don't) ....
Or if something happens to me (it won't) ....
That happiness fire under my breast,
Made from love,
Understanding and gratitude,
Will burn on forever.....and will always have your name at its centre.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem