Passion, amid that fair skulduggery that is time,
Teach me no more hard lessons.
I need no more legions of tormenting lesions.
Leave me only passion, soft as a pheasant,
Enduring as space, until my passing.
Sometimes we need hard lessons in order to learn. Thanks for posting this. Welcome to Poem Hunter!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well conceived and nicely penned from the heart. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing David.