From whence does love arise?
From corners locked in wounded mind,
or passions reined by hurting heart?
Cornered feelings trapped & bare,
Emotions bent all out of shape?
Or does it come from kindness crushed,
stamped upon, suppressed & hushed?
When gentle soul is beaten down
but longs for kisses hot & sweet
to mend its bleeding open wounds..?
With offered hands & gentle words,
& eyes that gaze but never judge,
adoring heart melts hurting heart
and purifies the gaping sores of
a soul so bruised & sad.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem