An absent thought for all my thoughts....
A thought that i am worried about.
A thought which holds this world.
And joins the east and west.
A thought as high as the sky.
As full as a childs dream.
A thought of hope and all the prayers.
A thought so pure that even light would want to be a part of it.
This thought has to be the most precious gift of magis.
The thought i say is full of tears.
And unsaid emotions of you and me.
The creation of it is art but its presence is just luck.
And they are very lucky who recieve it.
And cursed are they who don't.
But comes to us all.
Knocks everybodys door and unwantedly settles inside.
My friends this thought is Love nothing more than that or less of it.
It is but love that is the thought.
Many people have explained it as a wonderful and a painful thing.
But my friends let me say in love the pleasure is beyond pain and wonder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem