Behind every gilded armor
life is like steel resilient to the bone
a knapsack of love over the shoulder
not a burden, never was, never will be.
Share my love with you. Anytime.
Sing with me a song of hope,
reaching far beyond
my balcony of beautiful roses
where I play in my pool
among lilies and lotus flowers.
I will remember not to forget
what power you possess
like the sunshine
after this eruption
with every after-shock.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your phraseology Leonard... I'm just not sure where you are going here? It sounds like there was perhaps a lover's spat and the heart, ever resilient, will return to that love? ? ? Could you perhaps enlighten me?