My hands, My heart, My love,
how they worry over me.
Caught up in my lap,
pray hope, never leave.
Thine are my quite eyes,
faith can follow now see.
And hands do make great,
and hands can rejoice.
But to my past lover,
comes the sea, I must be,
echoing a voice, Only me.
aww this poem is soft and sweet and your words seem secure. good job =]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is beautiful and very sweet. I can just think of you....10