With a heart that plays around,
it will never find some solid ground.
Always too busy to settle down.
The heart that wanders around,
it may seek a resting place,
with someone gentle and kind.
However, with its wanderlust,
this place it will never find.
It can also be called 'running' before the others heart 'wanders.' I can relate to this one.....marci.xo
A poem with a message my friend... Dont be a player..10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's true you see yourself in everything and everyone and there's no getting away from that truth. Very much truth always to be found in your visions..(smile)