I'll catch the Sun in my net in one hand
And hunt down the moon in the other
And harvest everything in between
In the heavens for an extra measure
Wrap them in a box with gold and sliver gleam,
Woven from my heart
I'll offer this gift to you.
But Alas! I am no Jehovah, The Carpenter or Merlin,
But just simple me...
Please accept my true love
And my poem instead
Woven from my heart's strings
By the hands of the romantic Irish Poet.
August 21 2011
Copyright Leaking Pen 2011
Rev Nov 15 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem