REALISTIC TRUTH
A sin I call it
Ungratefulness I define it
Wickedness I believe it is
When feelings are not voiced out
Truth-like light on a hill
Can never be hidden
Far or near it shall be noticed
A truth rolling on my tongue
The truth of how blessed I am
In my heart lies a mistress
Calm, neat and pretty
An incarnation of wisdom
I fear not to fall
Because with you I stand tall
Since you possess my all in all
Your beautiful heart
Forever I shall nurse
Preventing it from pains and breaks
Protecting it with love and attention
I speak not words
But words with actions
Actions to support your dreams
Dreams to follow your passion
A passion to fly
Exile my heart shall be sent
Slavery I shall be placed
But free is my soul
As I spit out my thoughts.
WRITTEN BY: ANGEL DZIDULA-KOMLA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good.. Love is no love that is hidden. God bless you