Am not flawless.
In your hands am powerless.
Am fluorescent,
Does if any; Your kindness
Nibble at my blindness?
Fear of losing you;
Of life in the blue,
Without my beu.
Transcends logic.
Am lost in your magic.
Are my feelings tragic?
Am at ease with you in sight.
If it ends in delight.
The struggle aint a fight,
Pigheaded state of fright:
Soul tormenting slate.
Am a lost appetite;
Sometimes feelings are trite.
Flawless?
Amazingly drafted poem is shared here with brilliant expression. Sometimes feelings are trite. There is no need to fight. Having right mood is wise ever.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a very nice poem penned in brilliance...10+++++
Thank you Bernard