Beneath the screams and Chorus
Its a heart that beats
Its own bass...
A heart that's questioned its
Own lyrics...
A heart that has found no home
In its Tribe...
How can a stranger
Love this heart
What right do this heart have
To seek it
Unknown by my own...
How do I trust you when you say
You... Love... Me!
I'm afraid to give you
my... heart
I fear you can not know
My heart...!
A nice poetic imagination, Golden N. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such mirror expresses more in you than the object. True love never is clear as mirror. Very good
Thank you for having a deep understanding of the poem.