Poetry is the crust surrounding the arty genius and appreciation
of man baked in with tender love and care...
Poetry and the love of it, is but of what i care, to God-Almighty-i swear!
Love is the heart laid bare...
Love is the showing proof of care.
Love of the one i care...
Is-after all, given unselfishly-rare.
Poems, after all-are from the heart...
Caused by man's own mind, and from-the rarest, unselfish start.
Let all good women and men, show to the world, a caring- loving breed...
After all- This-is-our most yearning need...
God will love all good men and women of sort....
This, in being-is just His all most perfect and operational-as sport.
God is a most forgiving and, most loving God of Gods...
He has to be-When in dealing with us mere mortals and clods.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words which are true, nice write mike