Fears, I had
But you put them to rest-
All forgotten,
Clasped tight to your breast.
Truth, I sought
Within your deeper self-
Truth not found,
In books upon a shelf.
Love, I drank
Filled to the utmost-
Now you are
A lover; not a ghost!
truth not found in books in love...read my 'joy of the whole' 'a tete-a-tete
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey, short and sweet, liking it!