Let me show you the roses
Thats inside my head
Come touch the feathers
That makes this our bed
How can I tell you
Of my feelings inside
How can I tell you
Of the feelings I hide
Imagine a picture
No artist can paint
And could you sing a song
Before its musics been played
Then can you tell me
How my heart writes this song
Then can you tell me
That my feelings are wrong
So let me show you the roses
You put inside my head
Come touch the feathers
That makes this our bed
Come touch the feathers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
forgive me, i was a little bit, blown away by this poem... so gentle... so soft... like feathers... thank you ... x