My heart first felt it real,
Real and flowing like stream water,
Water that it was real love,
Love from deep within my soul being.
Benedict calls me an escapist,
Escapist that disappears from reality,
Reality of being loved,
Loved but the heart locked from outside.
I realized what I had mistaken,
Mistaken from Gods good love,
Love and not that passion,
Passion that almost felt like love.
So I sit down and visualize,
Visualize about the end,
End of this infatuating mirage,
Mirage that claims relationship.
26/1/2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To God may be the glory...like your poem Frank, it talks about the everlasting love, eternal love.great poem bro!