Stop what your doing.
Come a little closer to my poem.
Read it in the garden of your soul.
Wheres that you ask?
Where are your best memories?
Where is your Love?
Lets not talk or ask anymore questions
Just know if you get lost, this garden will
be found a house away from your
laughter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. It could have been greeting card stuff, but it's much, much, too good for that. (except one thing: the 8th line is too long - I would break it up, just for the visual effect. - I know I'm being picky) .