Heaven can be touched,
With Words, as such,
Angelic words all dressed in white,
Have loving wings that can take flight,
That's why I whisper every night,
'I love you so, with all my might'
I too have touched the heavens high! To the guardians of the sacred gates, I have quaked with fear and sometimes selfish pleas. I have poured out my soul as an offering of tears and pain And yet my prayers have all been heard and thus remain.... your poem inspired these quick and off the hip words, thanks for the inspiration, Good poem my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
People don't say that oftenenough and often live with regret