Create me a world with words my dear,
with pen and hand.
Where we can read love on river bed so clear,
written in sand.
Verses you create with ease my dear,
but without song.
Your words of love were carried off I fear,
and now are gone
For water falls and falling rain it seems,
are beautiful.
But to the falling drops and raging streams,
so horrible.
So slowly your created words wash out,
love from the riverbed.
Leaving love to flurry, fly like doves,
fleeing with dread.
Like all created worlds before, they,
fade to dust.
Leaving ne'er a word to say
about us.
How true it is that moods and feelings have the power to create their own worlds. Beautiful work, Ben. Warm regards, Sandra
you made the flow of love beautiful with the flow of your words...
This is delightful Ben, it flows like the river, gently and caressingly. Precious words, floating in the water, floating away, never to be seen again. How sad. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i will always love this one :)