I can only
Write what I can
Nothing more
Nothing less
I can only see
Your soul in your eyes
And touch your heart
With stroke of pen
I can only
Hear your breath
When sound's deafened
And life's threatened
I can only
Write words of Soul
With God guiding
Me to Spirit
An Ever So Moving Breath Taking Poem! ! ! ! ! Thank You Ever So Much For Sharing This! ! ! ! ! Endless 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++
That means so very much to me, Rebecca! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
I agree with what Robert has beautifully put here! A pen well guided cannot go wrong, but will leave indelible impressions!
So very true, Valsa! Thank you so much for reading and commenting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is the power of pen and the word. Nicely presented. Thanks, Richard.