Wounded by one’s kiss,
And broken by one’s lie,
A worry of what I’ll miss,
I fear of not being that guy,
I wish to heal those wings…
And push away all these things
And cut away those strings,
To stop all stress that clings…
I can forgive, I can forget, here my heart will stay,
No amount of sin you’ve done can make me turn away,
Let me be your taker,
Place your trust in me,
I know you may be hesitant,
But you’ll see what we could be…
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. Rich in depth and imagery. Beautifully conceived. I rate it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.