I am Me with a palm full of Everlasting Roses in one hand, and my heart raging with passion in the other.
Me am I without a shred of Grace and an ounce of Mercy, leading a path of chained frustration and searing sorrow.
He is I who cries for the pain of those ever close to my beating heart, never a second glance at their own faults but to their blessings.
Me is He that is shone as a portrait of a fearful eye that showers the world with regret, all faults and sins are visible to me.
Who am I that would release thy own chains of the eyes and ears of the world to be set free to the heavens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem