I've written many poems but never in ink
I was scared if I cancelled a word I'll loose the emotion
I thought I needed someone to hold my hand
But I've found I needed someone to trust in my hands
Then I saw her...beauty that rhymes with all words alluring
I only saw all things I could hold for they were enticing
She had a sound mind with a keen sense of humour
She spoke as a young lady attracted to fancy
But I heard a woman with dreams riding on stars
I took a picture of her with my soul and she glowed like saturn
My nightmare is over, I've written a poem with ink and not once have I crossed a word.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem