A shining arrow of William Shakespeare
Of which he was known for
A man of believe
A sacrificer in love
I was long demure to integrity in love
If it weren’t of a man’s voice
The depth of it like those who slept constantly
I would have been demoralized
My longing in poetry knowledge
The depth of an oceans laugh
The distance between those loved
Require a beacon in the forest
When ever I’m trying to pull though
There’s a billow of an earths chest
It frightens me to death
That I cannot hear the non-word chanting of forest angels
The languages in a flower’s tears
It brings out the thought of bird in rhythm
The tantalization in a man’s soul
The heart desolated from a designed earth
It was a terror to my soul
It vibrated a theme of non-contented song
Of the basic thorn of no arrow
They mend the broken scars on my love
this is a great poem. i think its very interesting and deep. wonderful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! I love this. You write really well, with confidence and ease. I love the last stanza. Well done! Effie xx