The wishes of mine.
The thoughts that i think.
The words of my mouth.
These acts of mine.
All met by her cold face.
Lost and unsure of the future.
Gazing into her eyes.
Within me a great vision.
As if predestined.
Cringing on my shoulder,
the doubt in my mind.
Whispering the truth or the lie? ? ? ?
That i Do not know.
But holding fast the faith in thiings unseen.
Never giving up, believing the impossible,
do i drift into the possiblity of love.
Against fate will i oppose,
With circumstance not in my favor.
Steering my ship in the sea of imagination.
In search of the jewel most priceless....
My Amethyst......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem