I find it difficult in speaking
All I want to say to you
Knock the wall down and,
I gently let you into my
very heart
For 'soul' is too harsh a word
for what I plan to start
I almost see you in a city
Where there is a mountain
A golden city, painted in
all its rusty iron; yet still shines
as white as love can span
I look at you through an
empty bottle
So that your face is distorted
I cannot see your eyes no more
I cannot see your eyes no more
These words, see,
are not what I meant to say
I meant to say ten different things
all to mean the same.
Perhaps if you really love me
you'll know what they mean
An expression in 10 different ways to mean the same kind of LOVE. I find this comes from the bottom of the writer's heart.
Romantic in its confusion type of way, I like how you structured it, nice write...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The truth lies hidden in the fumbles of your attempt to be perfect...a clever poem indeed