If I could find the right words to convey my love,
I would write them in the stars the skies above.
For pages too temporary, too finite, too frail,
though generations lasts still cannot break mortality's veil.
If I could find the right words to convey my love,
I would send the message to God with cupid's dove.
Give him piece of my heart bid him to fly,
to unite with heaven's heart where true love lie.
copyright@2010 by Mark Anthony St. Rose. All rights reserved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem. i'm glad you have someone that speacial to beable to write about. this poem deserves a 10++. so keep up the good work.