this is my voice
my voice does
speak
at times it is loud
and at times it is
weak
but this voice I have
is all I was given
and this heart I have
surely will be forgiven
for I speak to express
but with these words
I add stress
for I walk with direction
but with these feet I
know not perfection
for I love You so much
but I cannot feel your touch
You hold me so softly
I'm not ready. aware
of all short-comings
and hesitations
because
in this life I see many
reflections of beauty
of tenderness
and I see me in my
own reflection. I'm still:
wading
in love, waiting to know
what it is made of...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The angel of cupid haven't aimed at you yet...The great enchating world is still not knocking in your door...wait and you'll bedazzled with the strike of his magical wand....